They say time's supposed to heal a broken heart...they never specified as to how long it would take. Sometimes it takes weeks; sometimes it takes months; sometimes it takes years...quite often, it takes a lifetime to get over a breakup. Especially if it's "the one who got away".

Everyone poked fun at Brendon if they didn't scold him for falling in love too young and getting hurt. Though, most of his friends and family members have told him the same thing he got tired of hearing, quickly.

"You've never been in love, before. You're too young to understand what love is." Brendon was only twenty-three years old, but that didn't mean he didn't understand the concept of love and he knew the big difference between fucking someone and loving someone. He was seventeen when he first fell in love...Ryan Ross. It didn't last obviously, but it was like a fairytale with a bittersweet ending.

After some time passed, Brendon eventually met Dallon. He was tall, handsome, and he had a smile that could brighten the room; make everyone else around him smile...Brendon instantly fell in love. That was always his biggest flaw—falling in love, getting attached...it always happened way too quickly.

Brendon was in love, whereas Dallon wasn't...what Dallon had with Brendon was temporary; a fling. At first it was hot and heavy, then it was sweet and romantic...but then Brendon became rather clingy. Dallon felt like he was suffocating and he wasn't gentle about breaking it off with him...telling him it wasn't anything serious. Brendon felt so stupid and he swore to himself that he'd never get so attached to another person for as long as he lived. At that point, he contemplated becoming a priest; a server of God, purify himself and pray for the lost; prayer for the wicked; pray for the broken; pray for the beaten; pray for the damned.

No longer wanting to feel like a sad, mopey, depressed loser—Brendon wanted to prove not only to Dallon, but to himself that he could make it on his own.

That he could have an adventurous and fun life without him...though Brendon wasn't much of loner—curse his Aries sign for being so outgoing and an extrovert. He had to try, though.
Its been a while since Brendon has done anything on his own; he was used to doing everything with Dallon...he was like a puppy dog—stayed close and wouldn't do anything with his friends...not even his own family, only if Dallon was there by his side. He very much regretted that, now.

Not wanting to bother anyone since Brendon was convinced that everyone was mad at him because he pretty much turned his back on those closest to him...all because he was stupid in love with someone who he thought felt the same way—he wanted to numb away the aching and unbearable pain he felt all over his body with whatever he could get his hands on...since Brendon wanted to have fun and drown his sorrows with something strong, hard, and maybe even a little fruity.
Finding the nearest bar, Brendon dressed himself casually; sky blue, short-sleeve, button-up shirt, a dark grey hoodie over it, tight fitting denim jeans, black leather belt, and matching dark grey vans.

Once he entered the bar, he walked past the decent sized crowd and headed straight to the bar. Sitting himself down on one of the barstools, Brendon decided to start the night off with a Long Island iced tea.

"You got ID?" The bartender asked Brendon, raising an eyebrow over at him. He knew she was just doing her job, but she didn't need to be bitchy about it. Forcing a smile, he fished around for his wallet in the pocket of his jeans—pulled out his ID and gave it to the bartender who examined it more than once as she practically eye fucked Brendon.

"Okay honey, you're of legal age to drink. Long Island iced tea, right?" Brendon nodded his head in response as he slid his ID back into his wallet and shoved the wallet back into the pocket of his jeans as he waited for his drink.

"Here ya' are, honey." The dark haired, ebony eyed bartender said as she handed him his drink—she wasn't as much of a bitch as Brendon assumed she was and thanked her before downing the drink like it was water. The music played loudly throughout the bar and all around everyone from the speakers on the walls...Brendon was already on his third drink; first one was a Long Island, second one was a whiskey sour, and his third was a simple Blue Moon beer.
He groaned out loudly at the sound of country music blasting through the speakers—Garth Brooks, to be exact.

"What's wrong, honey?" The attractive, tattooed, dark haired bartender asked Brendon as she noticed him practically slam his head down on top of the counter at the bar.

"Country music...hate it." She laughed while shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"Its not as bad as you think. I actually like it." Brendon lifted his head, which felt as heavy as an anchor, up while shaking his head no.

"Not me. I wanna change it..."

"I wouldn't." An unfamiliar voice spoke two barstools away from Brendon. This voice was lower, raspy, and smooth. He caught both Brendon's attention as well as the bartender.

Huh...?" Brendon responded dumbfounded as he was sure he just made an exaggerated face. He did cause the random guy looked over at him and laughed while biting down on his bottom lip...Brendon couldn't help but check out the random guy who sat at the bar with him.
His hair was long; almost touching his shoulders...it was dark, kinda messy, and shiny from the small amount of lighting coming from the ceiling above them. He was pretty attractive from what Brendon could make out with his slightly fuzzy vision.

"This bar is full of drunk rednecks and they always put on country music and it lasts for a good while—sometimes if we're all lucky enough, we get a large biker gang and they blast rock music...but, yeah. I wouldn't mess with it if I were you." Brendon stared at him, the handsome stranger...he had really pretty eyes; they were big, round, and Brendon couldn't quite make out the color of them cause it was kinda dark inside the bar.

"...that sucks." Was all Brendon responded with as he took another swig from his beer bottle. The handsome, doe eyed guy with the long and shaggy, dark hair chuckled while shrugging his shoulders as he took a drink of whatever it was he was sipping on.

"Need anything else, Frank?" The bartender asked the stranger. Now Brendon knew his name...he definitely looked like a Frank. He shook his head no in response while smirking over at her.

"No thanks, Lindsey. I'm good—don't plan on getting shit-faced tonight, just a few drinks. Don't wanna go over my limit." A second name Brendon learned that evening; Lindsey, the bartender. They must know each other if they call each by their first names.

"Ooh shocking. Frankie doesn't wanna wake up hungover in the morning, huh?" Lindsey chuckled, smiling and showing off her large, white teeth. Frank's grin remained unchanged as he lifted up his middle finger on one of his tattooed hands; aiming the finger gesture directly at her.

"What about you, honey?"

"Hmm...?" Brendon's mind went completely blank that he wasn't even paying attention—completely unaware that Lindsey was now speaking to him.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"I think he's reached his limit, Lindsey." Brendon scoffed softly while raising his dark, thick eyebrows over at Frank.
"You don't know me—I've only had, like, three drinks..." Frank chuckled softly, now his turn to raise one of his naturally thin, dark, and perfect eyebrows. He emptied the rest of his drink that rested inside of his glass, sliding it over to Lindsey before standing himself up from the barstool.

"You've been downing each drink of yours like water and you're how old?"

"...twenty-three..." Brendon hesitated answering for a moment as he watched Frank step closer towards him; he stood up close and now beside Brendon while waiting for an answer.
Brendon was flustered and his cheeks were stained bright rouge...finally he slurred out his answer.

"Ah, you're young. I see young adults like you come in here all the time and drink like there's no tomorrow. Look, just because you can drink now doesn't mean you have to get so fucked up you can't remember a thing the next day..." He let out a soft chuckle as he kept on smirking that little smirk. Brendon avoided eye contact but occasionally let his eyes slip over to look at him—his already reddened cheeks darkening even deeper and more noticeable than before.

"Well, I'm havin' a shitty night—more like a shitty life at the moment, and my heart is torn in two...drinkin' helps."

"Breakup?" Brendon raised his eyebrows again as his mouth dropped open, like he was surprised Frank knew what the problem was.

"...whoa, you can read my mind?" Frank's smirk grew into a half smile; chuckling louder than before, and showing off his teeth.

"No. Just see a lot of heartbroken people come to places like this after a breakup or divorce." Brendon managed to get a good look at Frank's eyes...they looked larger up close and they were shaped roundly, like puppy dog eyes, but he still couldn't quite tell what color they were. They looked brown, but they also looked green in certain lightings.

"...my boyfriend dumped me." Brendon slurred out as his eyes remained on Frank's. Hearing himself say that made his chest ache; his heart pounding, practically feeling like it was about to explode inside of his chest. His eyes stung and burned as he felt his own tears moistening them.

"I'm sorry...that must be tough for you." Brendon felt his lower lip twitch while the corners of his mouth quivered; biting down on his lip, he turned away from Frank—breaking eye contact as he fought back his tears

"I just had a breakup, too. It was a month ago, but still hurts...I've already shed my tears. I'm trying to move on, though." Brendon sniffled softly while slowly turning his head back over to face Frank. Tears were streaming down his red cheeks; his large, dark eyes were red, puffy, and irritated. Frank asked Lindsey for some napkins and she proceeded by handing him some, and Frank handed the napkins over to Brendon.

"...thank you." Brendon slurred our softly as he wiped away his tears, sniffling more.

"What was her name? Or his name?" Frank asked as he leaned his back against the bar table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dallon..." More tears spilled out of Brendon's eyes as he let out a soft whimper, continuing to wipe them away with the already tear soaked napkins.

"Well...Dallon is clearly an idiot and is definitely missing out." Somehow what Frank had said was enough to make Brendon smile a small and shy smile while laughing through his nostrils.

"Thanks...but you don't know Dallon or me...so, can't really have a say."

"I just did. Besides...maybe I'd like to get to know you. If that's alright with you, of course." Brendon's face was warm and his cheeks were still bright and redder than ever before. Frank noticed Brendon blushing and he couldn't help but smirk to himself.

"...I don't feel well..." Brendon stumbled out off the bar stool; drunkenly falling back against Frank who grabbed a hold of him from behind, grabbing a hold of him by his shoulders to help balance him.

"...I'm gonna puke—" Brendon then let out a loud and violent cough; gagging and heaving while covering his mouth, feeling the bile in the back of his throat rise before moving himself off and away from Frank.
Brendon's legs felt like they turned to jello as his vision blurred—proceeding to fall forward, face first into the ground...the land was hard and the left side of his head broke his fall as it bounced off the floor.

Several people who were sitting at the tables and dancing on the dance floor saw what had happen; some gasped and asked if he was okay, and the rest just laughed.
Frank softly cursed under his breath as he quickly went to retrieve Brendon from off the floor...making his way over to him, kneeling down to his level, he proceeded by grabbing him by his arms and tried to lift him up.

"Hey, wake up..." Frank spoke softly to him as he pulled him up and off the floor just halfway, letting out a low and soft grunt as his face reddened—for a skinny guy, Brendon was heavy. He felt like dead weight in Frank's arms as he let out soft groans and his eyelids kept fluttering open.

"I gotcha..." Frank whispered to him as he grabbed one of Brendon's arms; wrapping it around his tattooed neck for support as he slowly and carefully stood the both of them up...Brendon was out of it as his eyes closed once more, his body leaning against Frank's as drool spilled out of his mouth; dripping off his chin.

"Shit, is he okay...?" Lindsey asked, chuckling softly while raising an eyebrow. She was generally concerned for him even though she's seen drunks pass out all the time.

"He will be, I'm gonna take him outside—he needs to get some fresh air...hopefully he'll wake up by then." Frank managed to walk the both of them out of the bar, though he eventually just dragged Brendon out as he wrapped his other arm around his tiny waist; holding him so close that he could hear him snoring softly in his ear.

His eyelids fluttered around as he let out soft sighs and groans before slowly opening his heavy eyes. Brendon's head was pounding; felt like he got into a fight...he realized he was inside of a car. Not his own, either. Completely confused and a tad startled as he sluggishly sat himself up in the passenger seat—the seat was brought very low so he could lie down and not lean forward; hit his large forehead on the dashboard, and give himself a concussion if he didn't have one already.
Brendon gasped out loudly as he nearly jolted out of the passenger seat, snapping his head quickly at the loud knock coming from outside the car window on his side. Frank tapped his tattooed knuckles against the glass—a lit and burning cigarette resting in between his middle and index finger.

"You okay in there?" Brendon's ears were ringing as his entire continued to throb and ache, like a hard blow from a hammer against his thick skull...his vision was blurry and his large, round, brown eyes were puffy; his scleras were reddened by his own tears—burning and stinging, irritating them. Frank asked again, taking a drag off his cigarette while waiting for Brendon's response...his dark eyes watched the tip of Frank's cigarette burn brightly as he lightly sucked in the thick, burning smoke. Even his hearing was distorted and Frank's voice sounded far away; like there was an echo was following behind it.

Frank stared at him through the frosted car window before tossing his still lit and burning cigarette to the ground, putting it out by stepping on it while blowing out a mouthful of thick smoke as he paced his way over to the driver's side. The car door swung open, the cold air from outside breezed its way in; softly blowing against Brendon's dampened face, sending chills down his spine as goosebumps appeared throughout his skin...in a way, the cold air was soothing. Frank sat himself down in the driver's side, closing the door, and turning on the engine to mess with both the radio and the air conditioning.

"Hey, you okay...?" Frank asked Brendon once he settled on 92.3—the rock station, keeping the volume low so he could talk to him and hear him.

"...my head...hurts..."

"I figured. Here—" Frank handed Brendon what looked like a sandwich bag of ice that was resting in the palm of his left hand.

"I got you an ice pack for you. You've already got a bad, deep, and dark bruise forming right there—" Frank pointed at the left side of Brendon's head without touching it and being a dick about it.

"...is it bad?" Frank grinned over at him while letting out a soft chuckle, nodding his head in response.

"Trust me...it isn't pretty. You'll see for yourself." Brendon winced, hissing out softly as he brought the melting, ghetto ice pack to his bruise—lightly pressing the soothing icy coldness against it. He didn't feel the urge to vomit anymore either but he was still pretty queasy in his gut and his mouth hung open as he slowly turned his head to look back at Frank, who was still grinning over at him.

"...what?"

"You."

"...what about me...?"

"You're an adorable mess." Brendon's cheeks reddened, feeling weirded out by Frank's random compliment.

"...thanks?"

"For?"

"...I don't know, you're being weird..." Frank let out another chuckle, though this one was more loud and even silly.

He definitely laughed like a stoner and Brendon watched Frank's Adam's apple bob up and down inside of his throat as his upper body shook...Brendon couldn't tell if Frank was either drunk, high, or just crazy.

"Relax. I'm trying to make you feel better...you told me you were dealing with a breakup and then you passed out—hit your head so hard you blacked out." Brendon still felt weirded out but the corners of his twitched softly, slowly curling into a small half smile.

"There it is...there's a smile." Frank pointed out, making Brendon's cheeks redder than before, the smile quickly fading off his face as he looked away—softly clearing his throat, pressing the ice pack harder against his head, hissing out softly again while wincing.

"...uhm...uhh...d-did you...did you mean what you said...? Before?" He finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence that was building up and he was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Mean what, exactly?"

"...when you said you wanted to get to know me. Did you mean it...?" Brendon held his breath while waiting for Frank to respond. While doing so he slowly turned his head to look over at him; their eyes meeting one another's...staring without saying a word.

"I did."

"...well, what do you wanna know...?"

"How about your name for starters?" Frank asked, and Brendon couldn't help but admire his charming good looks. He was both beautiful and handsome, at the same time. It should've been illegal how attractive Frank was.

"Brendon...Brendon Urie. And I know your name is Frank..." Frank raised an eyebrow, looking rather puzzled as he let out a soft chuckle through his nostrils.

"How'd you know my name, Brendon?"

"...uhm—L-Lindsey, the bartender...? I heard her say your name and...she kept saying it, like you two knew each other. So...yeah." He was worried, feeling like he came off like a total creep.

——-
"I've known her for a while. She's cool. But yeah...I'm Frank. Frank Iero." He held out his tattooed hand to Brendon. He hesitated for a moment as he eyed each individual and detailed tattoo permanently inked into Frank's skin. Finally, Brendon reached his hand out and gently placed it in Frank's; shaking firmly and making it official.

"So...are you hungry?"

"...a little bit."

"Wanna grab something to eat with me? Fast, greasy food helps when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk anymore..."

"Still. It might do you some good to eat something bad for you..." They both chuckled softly before Brendon slowly nodded his head, accepting Frank's offer.
They went to the nearest Taco Bell; Frank had a vegetarian burrito and Brendon had some Doritos locos tacos. They ate their food in Frank's car—the air conditioning still softly blowing against both their faces, the music still playing in the background, softly.

"So Brendon, what's your zodiac sign?"

"Aries. You?" Frank scoffed softly, letting out his goofy, stoner laugh—shaking his head while taking another bite off his burrito.

"What?" Brendon asked him as he lowered his eyebrows, chewing his food softly.

"My ex was an Aries, too. I seem to attract them, a lot." He stopped chewing once Frank mentioned his ex...Brendon swallowed his food loud enough for Frank to hear.

"Scorpio."

"Huh...?"

"That's my zodiac sign. I'm a Scorpio." Brendon immediately noticed the very detailed, all black scorpion tattoo on the right side of Frank's neck.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed." Brendon replied sarcastically, making Frank smile a huge, wide, and toothy smile.

"Are you really twenty-three?"

"Yes...why?"

"You look younger." Brendon felt his face heat up again; like he was standing in front of a burning bonfire...his heart began to beat rapidly inside of his chest to the point where it began to ache.

"...how old are you, Frank?"

"Twenty-eight. Relax, I'm not pushing forty." They continued eating the rest of their food in the comfortable silence, enjoying the music and each other's company.

"...Frank?"

"Hmm?"

"...uhh...what happened with your...your ex?" Frank's face fell blank like he'd been slapped across his face and he took a deep breath; held it for a moment before softly exhaling...Brendon felt horrible for ruining the mellow vibe by asking a question that was obviously very personal for Frank.

"I'm sorry...Frank, I'm sorry..." Brendon apologized to him, mumbling softly under his breath as his eyes began to wander all around him, unable to look at Frank—especially not in his eyes.
The silence between them lingered for a long moment...Brendon's own heart was racing like the wings of a hummingbird; pounding away so hard that he could hear it over the radio.

"Brendon..." Frank called out his name softly with his slightly raspy voice.

"Frank, I'm sorry—" Brendon apologized softly before he was interrupted by Frank climbing out of the driver's seat and roughly crashed his lips against his, kissing him hard and hungrily.
It was sudden and completely unexpected, but Brendon kissed Frank back; wrapping both his arms around Frank's tattooed neck, running his fingers through his long, soft, dark hair...Frank let out soft groans as he continued kissing Brendon's full, plump, soft lips.

Brendon let out soft little moans against Frank's lips as Frank's hands slipped underneath his shirt; running his hands up his bare, warm sides with his cool hands, making the younger, brown eyed boy quiver at his touch as his tongue slipped inside of his mouth—tasting each other as they continued making out right in the front of the car.

"Frank, wait—" Brendon interrupted their kiss, pulling away far enough to have the back of his head press against the car window on the passenger side of Frank's car which was parked near a dark, empty park. The only source of light came from the street lights.

"What? What's wrong...?" Frank asked in between hard pants. Brendon licked his lips while catching his breath.

"Nothing...just...what's going on...?"

"What's going on is that I'm making out with you in my car because I want to...because you want to, too."

"...so...what happens now...?" Frank softly laughed through his nostrils again, staring down at him as a smile slowly appeared across his handsome and angelic face...his hazel eyes gazing into Brendon's chocolate brown eyes.

"What do you want to happen...?"

"...I...I want you..." Brendon admitted, hesitating for a moment. His heart going crazy inside of his chest as he waited for Frank to say or do something. Instead of speaking, Frank continued smiling down at him as he leaned his face forward to kiss Brendon, again.
They kissed each other passionately in the passenger seat, both beginning to feel excited as that tingling sensation grew in their pants.

"You taste like Doritos." Frank said, making Brendon giggle softly in embarrassment as he playfully smacked Frank's arm.

"Its okay, I don't mind..."

"Should we...should we continue this in the...in the backseat...?"

"Wouldn't you rather we do it in a bed...?"

"I want you now, Frank...c'mon, let's just have some fun..."

"I don't even have a condom—"

"I do—" Brendon said as he lightly moved Frank off of him, reaching his hand inside the pocket of his jeans; fishing around for his Trojan condom packed perfectly in its little sealed package, pulling it out.

"See?"

"You brought a condom...?" Frank asked, chuckling while shaking his head in disbelief. Brendon frowned, feeling embarrassed.

"Yeah, so...? Better to be safe than sorry...we don't know each other all that well and...I never did this before. A one night stand..."
——-

"Neither have I...but, life is too short to not be wild, right?" Brendon rolled his eyes, letting out a soft scoff as he handed Frank the condom. They climbed into the backseat of the car—going back to kissing each other while touching each other; learning what excites them, what they like...Frank kissed Brendon's neck hungrily, letting out low and soft growls as he bit down it—sinking his teeth into Brendon's skin, making him gasp and hiss out softly as he ran his fingers through Frank's hair, pulling on it.
Frank reached both hands down at Brendon's pants, reaching for the button; quickly undoing it while his fingers fumbled around with his zipper, unzipping it and reaching his hand inside of the opening of his jeans.

"Oh fuck...Frank..." Brendon purred out his name as he felt Frank's hand wrap around his half hard dick; stroking it at a slow and steady pace as he continued leaving love bites all over Brendon's neck. Brendon breathed hard, heavily, and moaning out louder and louder as Frank rubbed him out—quickening the pace, making his cock fully hard now.

Brendon then lightly pushed Frank off of him, capturing his moistened and plump lips against his...flicking his tongue across Frank's lips as he kissed him tenderly, climbing on top of his lap, slowly lying him down flat against his back in the backseat. Brendon pulled away from Frank again, breaking their kiss...Frank let out a soft groan of annoyance but quickly calmed down when Brendon unzipped his hoodie; pulling it off and tossing it to the floor, then fumbling around with the buttons on his dress shirt—Frank helped him out, pulling it off of him and admiring Brendon's small, porcelain white, and averagely toned body...before Frank could say anything, Brendon's hands reached for his belt.
Quickly undoing it along with unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pulling them down along with his tight fitting boxers which were beginning to feel constricting for his rock hard erection inside of them. Brendon kissed Frank once more before climbing himself down to his lower regions; taking him into his mouth, practically swallowing him whole...Frank let out a loud, breathy gasp at the feeling. Brendon pulled away from Frank's cock as he grabbed a hold of it—pumping his hand up and down after lubing it up with his own spit, kissing the tip while flicking his tongue down the shaft, licking all the way down to Frank's balls. Brendon continued stroking him as he then took his balls into his mouth—sucking on them, making Frank buck his hips while more gasps, moans, groans, and even cursing softly escaped his lips...he closed his eyes and let the ecstatic feeling overtake his body, making his nerves jitter.

Brendon even surprised Frank by doing something not even his ex ever did for him and flicked his wet tongue over Frank's tight hole underneath his testicles, making him moan out a loud and high pitched moan as he bucked his hips again.

"God—fuck...holy fuck..." Brendon swirled his tongue around Frank's asshole before placing a kiss down against his balls, licking up his hard length, swallowing his cock; feeling his tip poke the back of his throat...Brendon's eyes teared up as he gagged several times, deep throating Frank's dick, and making him squeal out in pure pleasure—feeling like he was about to burst inside of Brendon's mouth.

"Pants—off now..." Frank choked out in between gasps and hard pants and Brendon pulled away from his cock; a thin and clear line of his spit connected from Frank's reddened tip to his full, pink, bottom lip...his eyes teary, puffy, and red as he let out several throaty coughs.
While Brendon pulled his bottoms down, Frank sat himself up to remove the rest of his clothes from his upper body and ripped open the condom package; took the average sized and lubed up rubber out, already feeling the slimy lube around his fingertips as he put it on over his erection.

Turn around, on your hands and knees." Brendon's cheeks were a bright crimson red and so hot he felt like he had steam coming off his sweaty skin as he did as he was told.
Once Brendon turned himself around in the backseat, his round and pale white ass perked in the air while supporting himself on his hands and knees...his heart was thumping away inside of his chest; like a hammer against cloth...he couldn't believe he was really doing this. He couldn't believe he was about to do this with a total, handsome stranger...but he was feeling a whole lot better than he did earlier that evening.
He tensed up at Frank's touch; his cool and soft hands touching his warm asscheeks, squeezing onto them before spanking him—the sting tingled up Brendon's spine, making his cock twitch.

Unaware of what he was doing behind him, Brendon tensed up and let out a loud and high pitched gasp at the feeling of Frank's wet tongue against his tight, wormhole. Grabbing a hold of his asscheeks with both hands, Frank spread the younger boy open wider as he continued flicking his tongue up and down Brendon's asshole...making the younger boy quiver at the feeling as his whole face reddened and nonstop moans kept escaping his lips.

Frank's soft moans vibrating against Brendon's hole made his dick twitch and he already had that familiar tingling sensation build up in the pit of his stomach and he so badly wanted to touch himself but was afraid of what Frank would say, since he remembered all the times Dallon would tell him not to touch himself until he told him to. After fucking him with his tongue, Frank stood himself up on his knees and brought his already slightly lubed up fingers to Brendon's wet hole; rubbing the lube around him along with his own spit before he slowly pushed in his middle finger.

"Mmmm—fuck...oh, shit..." Brendon moaned out softly, loud enough for Frank to hear as he began to penetrate the younger boy's hole at a slow and steady pace, sighing softly at his warmth and tightness around his finger—Frank couldn't help but smirk to himself while licking his lips and biting down on his bottom lip as he slid another finger inside of Brendon. The way his body twitched and quivered at the feeling of being stretched open; the slight discomfort and burning sensation that last for a moment before melting into pure ecstasy...the little noises that escaped his pretty lips...it was like music to Frank's ears.

"Is it okay if I put it in...?" Frank asked Brendon while continuing to finger his asshole while his other tattooed hand gently massaged the lower part of Brendon's pale and bare back; silky smooth to the touch against his fingertips. His voice was gentle and his tone was sweet as he awaited for the younger boy to respond.

"...yes...God, yes...please..." Brendon replied softly in between soft little moans as he turned his head to look back at Frank, who was looking back at him with seductive and lustful eyes.
Without saying another word, Frank carefully pulled his fingers out and repositioned himself—grabbing a hold of his throbbing and aching cock with the condom still over it, guiding it towards Brendon's lubed up and slightly loosened hole. He rubbed his tip in slow and circulation motions; teasing him as he felt his heart beating erratically inside of his chest, eager to feel what he felt like on the inside.

Frank pushed his tip in; watching it along with his shaft disappear inside of Brendon, both of them letting out shaky breaths and soft gasps...Brendon sealed his eyes shut as he let out a low and throaty groan, letting his head fall forward against the soft cushioning of the car seat. The slightly older and heavily tattooed man didn't hesitate to grab a hold of Brendon's tiny waist as he began to buck his hips at a slow and steady pace, trying to find a rhythm while letting him adjust to his average sized but very thick dick—stretching his hole even wider than before.
——-
"Ohhh—mmm...fuck...fuck...!" Brendon moaned out, biting down on his lip; hard enough to break skin while Frank let out breathy moans, continuously pounding into him; harder and faster with each thrust, the sound of his balls smacking against Brendon's ass. Direct skin on skin contact, echoing all throughout the car.

"Shit...holy fuck, you're tight..." Frank panted, closing his eyes as he continued penetrating himself in and out of Brendon's ass—both his tattooed hands squeezing onto Brendon's hips; applying enough pressure to leave marks on his skin.
That familiar tingling feeling built up in the pit of his stomach and groin as he picked up the pace now, pushing all of his hard cock deep inside of Brendon, hitting his G-spot repeatedly...each moan escaping out of the younger boy's lips grew louder and louder as his own dick throbbed in aching pain, so badly wanting to touch himself.

"Touch yourself Brendon, I want you to cum when I cum..." It was almost like Frank read Brendon's mind. He didn't hesitate to wrap his own trembling hand around his solid rock hard cock; precum already spewing out of his reddened tip, letting out a soft little whimper as he slowly pumped his hand up and down his aching shaft—sensitive to the touch, at the same time it felt beyond ecstatic.

While he touched himself, Frank thrusted himself deeper and quicker in and out of Brendon...both of them breathing hard and heavily as their foreheads were glistening with their own sweat; a clear stream spilled down Frank's face as he panted through his nostrils, releasing one hand off Brendon's hips to graze his fingertips up against his back—making him quiver at his touch.

Brendon let out a rather loud and high pitched squeal as his eyes opened widely and his jaw dropped open when Frank dug his fingernails into his soft, milky skin; scratching him so roughly that he managed to break skin. The sting sent chills down his spine and he let out another moan as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, quickening the pace around his cock as he continued stroked himself—letting out hard and sharp sighs and moans.

"Are you close...?"

"God, yes..."

"Good...me, too..." Frank purred our softly, still speaking with his soft spoken and seductive tone as he then roughly spanked Brendon's ass, making him yelp as he felt his dick twitch. He was beginning to feel exhausted but he wouldn't dare stop until they both climaxed together...it was a must.
Brendon's groin felt like it was vibrating; the need to cum was building up and he felt like he was about to burst.

"Frank—fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

"Me too, fuck...me, too..." He thrusted his hips against Brendon hard, letting out low and throaty groans as the long strands of his dark hair stuck his sweaty forehead—pushing all of his hard cock into Brendon, hitting his G-spot repeatedly as the younger boy continued pumping his hand...letting out more whimpers, swearing under his breath...even calling out Frank's name, over and over.
With one last hard thrust, Frank let out a loud and throaty groan as he released himself; filling up the condom over his dick...Brendon came when Frank did—a huge load shot out of his tip and into his hand...some dripped off, landing onto the car seat.

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breaths...both of them couldn't believe they had just fucked in the backseat of Frank's car. Brendon couldn't believe he actually had sex with a total stranger; all he knew was his name, his age, and his zodiac sign...nothing more and nothing less. Brendon couldn't help but feel kinda slutty...he felt easy and dirty. They both changed back into their clothes in utter silence...neither one of them unsure of what to say as they occasionally shot quick glances over at one another.

"So..." Frank finally spoke, breaking the awkward and uncomfortable silence as he pulled his shoes back on, one at a time.

"...so...yeah..." Brendon replied, feeling embarrassed as he pulled his hoodie back on, zipping it up.

"You okay...?" Brendon turned his head to look at Frank, who was looking over at him with a concerned look buried in his beautiful, large, hazel eyes...his bangs barely hanging over his face.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Just..." Brendon froze, hesitating to finish what he wanted to say.

"Just what?"

"...did that really just happen?" Frank laughed, smiling his wife and beautiful toothy smile, making Brendon's lips curl into a half grin as he waited for Frank's response.

"Yeah. It happened...we had sex in my car like teenagers."

"...cool." Brendon nodded his head slowly as he sat himself comfortably in the backseat next to Frank.

"I feel like you're not too happy that we had sex...if you're not, I won't be mad."

"No, no...its not you. Not at all...just...I feel...I dunno, easy...? Cheap...?" Frank frowned over at him, scoffing softly under his breath as he scooted himself closer towards Brendon, making him tense up when he gently placed his tattooed hand down on his leg.

"No. You're not a common slut."

"...but we fucked and we don't even know each other. So...I feel like a common slut."

"Well, it happened—we both wanted to do it and we were both caught up in the moment. I know it was fast but I don't regret doing it..." Brendon felt himself getting flustered as he broke eye contact with him, biting down on his bottom lip as he fumbled around with his fingers.

"Do you regret it...?" Frank asked, his tone still sounding worried. Brendon turned his head back to look over at him again...Frank looked anxious, almost like he was expecting Brendon to say yes.

"No. I don't. Honestly? That was probably the best sex I've had in a long while..."Frank raised an eyebrow, smirking to himself while chuckling softly.

"Oh, really?"

"Shut up—" Brendon giggled softly as his cheeks were still stained crimson, playfully nudging Frank.

"No, I'm flattered. Thanks, I guess? You were pretty good, yourself."

"...thanks?" Frank playfully winked at him, easing the tension a bit.

"Well...I guess this is the part where I should take you home now, huh?"

"You don't have to...the night is still young. I mean...unless you want to take me home."

"I don't want to, but...I think you need rest. You've had a long day; heartache, depression, getting shitfaced, passing out and giving yourself a shiner—" Frank pointed his finger at the enormous and darkening bruise still forming on the left side of Brendon's large forehead.

"Then...we had sex...so...yeah. I'll take you home."

"...oh. Okay."

"What...?"

"I feel like you wanted to get in my pants and now that you did, you're through with me..."

"Oh, so you know me? You've got me all figured out?" Brendon shrugged his shoulders, going back to feeling awkward again as he looked away from Frank and out the car window on the passenger side.

"You don't know me but you assume I'm an asshole who just fucks random strangers and ditches them?"

"...sorry...I didn't mean that..." Brendon mumbled under his breath, feeling shitty about what he said.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to lash out. I just don't like people assuming things about me—especially people who don't know me..." Brendon turned to look over at him again, but he couldn't make eye contact with Frank.

"I'm sorry..."

"Its fine. I'm sorry, too." Another long and awkward moment of silence lingered between them as they sat in the backseats in the dark.

"I'm sorry for asking about...your ex..."

"Don't apologize...I wanted to take my mind off of him, that's why I kissed you. That's why we had sex...well, that and because I wanted to."

"...he?" Frank chuckled softly through his nostrils, nodding his head in response.

"Yeah. His name was Gerard...he was my boyfriend for years. We started out as friends and eventually we developed romantic feelings for one another...I loved him. So much." Frank's smile was soft but it began to shrink as the light behind his eyes darkened...Brendon remained silent as he listened.

"What happened...?"

"Long story short...I eventually asked Gerard to marry me. He said no...apparently he wanted to break up with me for a while, but didn't have the heart to tell me."

"...fuck...that's rough..."

"Yeah...he dumped me the following day."

"And...how long ago was this...?"

"A month."

"...do you still love Gerard...?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes..." It mattered very much to him. He always had a habit of getting attached to people too quickly...he had a habit of falling in love too quickly. He barely knew Frank, but he was already liking him. Very much.

"I loved him. I'll always feel love for him...but he broke my heart. He didn't want to be with me."

"...well...how do you feel about...about me?"

"I like you. I wanna get to know you...like, I actually wanna take you out somewhere and talk to you. And...sleep with you, more." Brendon smirked while letting out a soft chuckle.

"If you want me to."

"I do...I just...my ex boyfriend broke my heart, too. I'm scared of getting into another relationship so soon...but I like you. I really like you..."

"Dallon, right?"

"Yup..."

"Like I said before...Dallon is clearly an idiot." They both laughed together, again. Once things seemed to calm down a bit between them as they were still processing the fact that they had fucked each other in a car...Frank drove Brendon home. They listened to the radio; occasionally singing along to whatever was playing, and looking over at each other without speaking.
Frank arrived outside of Brendon's apartment...they sat together in silence for a brief moment.

"...thanks for tonight, Frank. And not just the sex...even though it was good. Thanks for looking out for me...for comforting me, and for the ice pack..."

"It was my pleasure, Brendon. I'm sure you'd do the same for me..."

"You're right." Frank smiled a small smile over at him, his cheeks flushing a soft pink shade as he moved his long dark hair behind his ear.

"Hey, so....do you want my number...? So we could keep in touch; maybe go out, sometime?"

"...really? I mean...yeah. Sure. I'd like that."

"Mind if I see your phone and I'll give you mine? That way we can exchange numbers." Brendon nodded his head, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jeans—handing it to Frank as he handed him his. They punched in their numbers and saved it in each other's contacts.

"Rad. I'll shoot you a text later...unless you cave in, first."

"Is that a challenge?" Brendon asked, raising an eyebrow. Frank smirked, winking at him.

"Maybe." Brendon playfully rolled his eyes as he unbuckled himself out of the passenger seat.

"Well...goodnight, then."

"Brendon?"

"Yeah...?" Frank licked his lips before quickly unbuckling his seatbelt, leaning forward, and softly pressing his lips against Brendon's. He kissed him sweetly and gently...open mouthed but no tongue. Brendon smiled against Frank's lips as he kissed him back. When they pulled away from their kiss, Frank examined Brendon's bruise...slowly leaning forward to place a soothing kiss against it, Brendon winced at the feeling but smiled to himself at the gesture.

"Goodnight." Frank replied, smiling at him. He waited until Brendon made his way inside, safely and soundly.

Now they had to wait for one another to make the first move and text first...the only question was...who would cave in?

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