"You have gotta be fucking kidding me?" Frank asked outright, stopping in his tracks, his phone pressed against his ear as his stomach sank into his almost-threadbare socks.

"I'm sorry, Frank," She sighed. The editor in chief of the newspaper that Frank worked at, who also ended up being Ryan's mom, was definitely not sorry, "We're letting you go."

"Fuck sake, Danielle- Mrs. Ross- this is all I have. I fucking love this job and you know it." Frank begged as he flopped down onto the sofa with a small groan, "You can't do this... Please- I-I love this job."

"I am, Frank. We gave you the job because you were family; you were like a son to us. We let you into our home, treated you as only a loving family would and it didn't seem to matter after all this time. You broke my son's heart with the way you behaved. He told us about the things you said." She replied simply and Frank grimaced, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"I didn't- I mean..." Frank began but he trailed off, having no words to say. What could he have said? That he felt betrayed by Ryan for telling his parents that their employee had gotten a job offer? Highly likely to make his situation worse.

"Just hand in your notes and your press badge, and collect your week's pay, Frank. We're letting you go. And Ryan wants you to know he's not sorry for spending the past two nights here." Danielle replied with a sigh before hanging up. Frank looked at his phone as the dial tone beeped into his ear. He sighed, locking the device and chucking it beside him on the sofa when he brought his legs up against his chest, his toes curling slightly over the end of the cushion.

Ryan left the night that they had fought over Frank's job because Ryan had done what Frank had asked him not to. Ryan would rather have driven forty minutes to his parents to sleep in his old room than bare graces and sleep on the sofa. Frank had expected Ryan to come home the next day but he didn't, and Frank had held up his reins, fighting the urge to phone Ryan first. Ryan hadn't phoned him either, not since that Friday night- it was now Sunday morning. Frank had gotten over himself yesterday when Ryan had left, he had started to get anxious when his boyfriend hadn't returned and he realized just how much he loved Ryan, but he put his ego first and waited everything out. Apparently Ryan was doing the same.

Ryan was as stubborn as an old mule when he dug his heels in, the slight and slender boy had not a raging temper like Frank did, but had the legs to kick in anyone else's bravado. Frank wasn't sure when Ryan would return, hell, he didn't even know that Ryan had left until he heard Ryan's car pull out of the driveway, frowning in confusion as he lay in their shared bed all by himself. He was angry, yes, and he had started out being smug about his victory in their argument, and then he had realized that maybe he had been a bit harsh to Ryan because he had been with him for so long and he knew how excitable his boyfriend could be.

But now two days had passed, two days that Ryan had been alone with his parents saying God knows what and Frank's suspicions had all come to fruition. He had been fired, just as he had predicted much against Ryan's haphazard nonchalance. Now Frank had to sit back and wonder whether or not Ryan was to blame, had he been so angry and hurt by Frank that he had told his parents to fire him, been the tiny shoulder devil whispering in their ears? Frank shook his head vehemently.

Ryan would never do that, Ryan didn't have a venomous bone in his body- never had and never will. He was a tall and skinny teddy bear. Frank's heart sank a little bit more then, at the thought of Ryan, and he looked at the clock on the wall of their living room. It was almost noon now. Frank just wanted Ryan to come back. He reached for his phone, deciding that now would be when he was going to call Ryan and make him come home but then he heard the gate of their small house opening, the mechanisms whirring as the gate slid open, the faint sound of Ryan's electric car as it pulled into the driveway and crunched over gravel.

Frank thought he'd be elated to see Ryan but the moment he heard the sound of his stupid Tesla, Frank was fucking furious all over again, his face heating up as he stood up and walked into the kitchen, plopping himself into one of the kitchen chairs with his arms folded. He seethed, listening to Ryan get out of the car and close the door. He listened to the sound of keys and doors unlocking, to the sound of the door opening and closing before Ryan appeared in the kitchen archway. Neither spoke for the longest of seconds, staring holes into each other with enough acid to burn through tungsten. How dare Ryan be angry with me right now, the latter thought to himself as he pursed his lips, sliding down into the kitchen chair, waiting to see who would break first in their stand-off.

"Hi." Ryan finally whispered, his usual soothing voice now icy and snipped, making Frank raise an eyebrow.

"Hello."

"You look tired," Ryan commented as he slid his satchel off from around his shoulder and set it down on the counter.

"Yeah," Frank replied simply, watching Ryan's every move, feeling his anger rise, even more, wanting only to whack his boyfriend with the nearest object available. The toaster. Frank eyed the appliance in question for a moment when he heard Ryan sigh out loud, his gaze jumped back to the latter.

"I can't fucking believe this." Ryan hit the top of the counter with his hand and Frank rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, believe it, Ross." Frank fiddled his tongue against the roof of his mouth, feeling the silver ball of his piercing trail over his palet.

"You know?" Ryan looked at Frank with genuine surprise and Frank sighed.

"Dude, of fucking course I know. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I just didn't expect them to tell you..." Ryan shrugged, "It isn't fucking fair!"

"Well, it fucking happened, Ryan!" Frank sighed out and Ryan let out a small whimper as he dropped into a chair across from his boyfriend, looking dejected.

"But..." Ryan whispered, "Why now?"

"Well, I don't fucking know, my dude," Frank rolled his eyes again, getting all the more irate, "Maybe because you told them?"

"What?" Ryan frowned in confusion and Frank scoffed, looking away, "I don't understand. What did I say?"

"You-" Frank froze, "You're kidding?"

"You think this is my fault?" Ryan asked outright, looking horrified as a hand came up to his chest.

"Who else's, asshole?" Frank asked and Ryan looked taken aback before he stood up and pulled his phone from his pocket, "What are you doing now?"

"I gotta phone them and ask if I said something to upset them." Ryan frowned as he scrolled through his phone.

"Upset them?" Frank straightened up in the chair, "What about me? You do realize-"

"I hope Steve and Wanda aren't too mad..." Ryan whispered and Frank paused.

"Steve and Wanda?" Frank asked with a heavy frown, "What do they have to..."

"It's their restaurant, Frank. Our restaurant." Ryan looked back at his phone, "I'm so fucking upset that they're closing down. I-I hope it's not because of me."

"The restaurant's closing..." Frank stated simply, more to himself than to Ryan, wanting all the more to grab the toaster. This is what has gotten Ryan so upset? The damn restaurant shutting down? Never mind his boyfriend getting fired because of his stupid actions, never mind pushing his boyfriend into unemployment, no. Their restaurant was going out of business.

"Crap." Ryan looked upset, "They're not answering. Oh, it was me, wasn't it?"

"Ryan-"

"I feel terrible now, what if-"

"Ryan..." Frank tried again, watching his boyfriend work himself into a tizzy, watching Ryan start to bite his nails like he did when he was nervous or stressed.

"Sweetheart, I can't believe they-"

"Ryan!" Frank yelled, making Ryan jump and launch his phone clear out of his hand, his eyes wide in fright as they looked at each other, "It's not your fault- the restaurant."

"But you said..."

"I got confused. Let it go." Frank replied calmly, his insides bubbling furiously.

"But I just- I can't believe it... That's our restaurant, Frank. And it's going to be gone soon." Ryan looked angry, "How dare they?"

"That's..." Frank sighed, "Yeah. The world's coming to an end."

"You don't seem so upset about it." Ryan frowned and Frank sucked in a breath.

"A lot of other things can happen that are worse than a closing restaurant, George." Frank began picking at a piece of skin beside his nail.

"George?" Ryan frowned at the sudden usage of his first name, "Why did you 'George' me?"

"Because you're a fucking cunt, dude," Frank stated matter-of-factly.

"That's not very nice." Ryan's head jerked back, his nose scrunching up in disgust, "What the hell?"

"I-" Frank got up and walked over to where Ryan was now standing, "Got fired, Ross. Your mother just phoned me- Yeah that's right-" Frank added when he saw Ryan's brown eyes widen profusely, his lips thinning into a grim line, "She phoned me and told me to hand in my shit. I was just fired, Ryan. Do you fucking understand?"

"I..." Ryan suddenly went green, "They really fired you?"

"Oh, like you didn't know." Frank rolled his eyes and walked passed Ryan, but felt a cold hand on his forearm.

"Sweetheart, I had no idea." He whispered and Frank turned, eyeing him heatedly.

"You spend two days there and had no idea that they were going to can me? Excuse me while I grab my phone and call bullshit. I hear it's a toll-free number." Frank scoffed and Ryan flinched, looking away, dropping his hand from Frank's arm.

"I really didn't. They didn't even talk to me about it. I honestly didn't think they would."

"Well, they fucking did, Ryan!" Frank's voice raised in volume, "And now I'm jobless!"

"I can try and talk to mom," Ryan offered, "Get your job back if-"

"I don't fucking want it back after they pink-slipped me, Ry!" Frank yelled and Ryan sucked in a breath, "Do you honestly think they would, dude? I'd be lucky if I worked in the mailroom. You should have heard the way she spoke to me. Like- Like, I was some fucking poisonous insect under her fucking shoe. Not only did I get a job offer with the guy I interviewed, but I upset you and sent you running. Dude, I'm lucky your parents don't run me out of town with pitchforks and torches!"

Ryan whispered, "They wouldn't..."

Frank sighed out before turning to the stairs to storm up, "I'm going to take a nap."

~

"Frank?" A voice called his name. Frank let out a small groan, frowning at whoever was waking him from his seemingly short nap, his head filled with clouded sleep, heavy white molasses now sifting into where his dream was, "Sweetheart?"

"Ryan..." Frank groaned, his voice heavy and sleep-filled, "Babe c'mon, I'm tryna nap."

"But, Frank, I wanna talk."

"'Bout what?" Frank managed, his voice still thick with disuse, his brows in a deep frown, "Dude, can't it wait?"

"I think you should take the other job," Ryan stated simply and Frank nodded blissfully.

"Yeah. Kinda have to." He stifled a yawn, "We done?"

"Talking, yeah." Ryan whispered, "Frank, I feel awful about what's happened."

"Y'should..." Frank kept his eyes closed, holding onto the last shred of sleep he had left, clinging on to it with all he had, "Got me fired, you ballsack."

"Let me make it up to you..." Ryan sighed and Frank let out a groan.

"Later, Ry... You can make me dinner." Frank tried to roll over when he froze, realizing his legs were stuck under a weight- A warmth.

"You sittin' on me?" Frank asked, still not ready to open his eyes and face reality, "Why?"

"I said I want to make it up to you."

"By making me uncomfortable?" Frank finally blinked and looked down to see his boyfriend sitting on Frank's knees, straddling his legs, hands rested on his own thighs.

"Well no, that wasn't the intention." Ryan trailed off and Frank sighed, feeling all the more annoyed at Ryan now considering everything that had happened, and now Ryan had woken him up.

"Then what was?" He sighed softly and sat up on his elbow, stifling another yawn, "Waking me up and making me grumpy?"

"Something I haven't done for a while."

"Clip my toenails in my sleep when you think I don't notice?" Frank asked sarcastically as he raised an eyebrow and reached over, taking a sip from the glass of apple juice he had left there.

"You knew about that?" Ryan asked and Frank nodded, setting the glass down.

"First I was worried 'cause I thought they weren't growing, but then I figured it out when I saw the nail clippers on your bedside table." Frank lay back down, hand resting behind his head, "So, what is it?"

"I just..." Ryan readjusted on his knees before crawling forward slightly, "I haven't exactly been the most attentive boyfriend lately and I guess I can atone it to work stress-"

"And being a queef," Frank added, making Ryan purse his lips before continuing.

"-But I also realize that I haven't been very fair with you sometimes."

"'Sometimes', he says." Frank rolled his eyes.

"Can you not be an asshole when I'm trying to apologize?" Ryan sat up, folding his arms, scowling down at Frank, who merely grinned, "But yes, I guess."

"So?"

Ryan leaned in, his lips close to Frank's, their eyes locking for a second, "I know what I wanna do for you, Frank."

Frank felt his stomach jolt at the way Ryan was looking at him, his heart picking up its pulse against his ribs. He could have been imagining the sudden honey-ooze in Ryan's voice- hell, the kid could literally be offering to reorganize Frank's closet, but Frank was so hard-up that he was reading 'sex' into everything. He swallowed, biting on his lip for a moment, "Wh-What you want to do?"

"Uh-huh..." Ryan tucked a thick curl of hair behind his ear before sliding back to where he was, not before his lips barely brushed over Frank's own, the scent of chamomile and agave hit him with a pungent subtlety. Frank let out a moan, a quiet sound as he watched Ryan move down, long fingers tracing the elastic of Frank's underwear. And then he finally pegged. The one thing he had longed for, the one thing he begged and asked for, the one thing Ryan perpetually said 'no' to. A blowjob.

Frank sucked in another sharp and shaky breath as Ryan tucked his fingers into Frank's underwear, the latter lifting his hips as the constraining material was slowly pulled down over his hips and his thighs. Ryan bit his lip, his eyes glancing up at Frank's bewildered face before they went down to his semi. Ryan reached out, his hand traveling up his thigh to his dick, wrapping a hand around it slowly, stroking. Frank let out a groan, his mouth dropped open as his arm gave out, his head dropping back into the pillow.

He felt himself harden in Ryan's hand, his agonizingly slow handjob draining Frank's lungs of every ounce of oxygen. He loved Ryan's hands on him, loved how Ryan's touch was slow and tight and skilled, knowing exactly what he wanted. Frank lifted his hips up into the touch as Ryan shifted further down, thighs warm against Frank's buckled knees, his hand tightening as he stroked up, his thumb circling and flitting. Frank gasped out as a warm breath cascaded over the underside of his already sensitive dick, his stomach uneasy with anticipation, his mind already running wild as he thought back to his last blowjob from Ryan. Before Ryan had become so persnickety about sex, about oral in particular.

Frank wouldn't have been so fazed about missing out on a blowjob if Ryan wasn't so damn good at it. Frank was shoved from his perverse thought as Ryan's mouth took him in, warm and wet around the head of his dick, cheeks hollowed as his tongue swirled flat. Ten times better than he had remembered it being, whether it was because he had gone so long without or whether Ryan was even somehow better than he had been. What had it been- a year? Frank didn't know, he didn't care anymore. Ryan's mouth slid even further down, Frank's hips coming up to meet him as he let out a groan, the sensation overwhelming, making his stomach ache, the heated coil cranking into a burning heat of wire and sparks. Frank let out a whimper, his hand fisting in the sheets as the other knotted in Ryan's curls, pushing him further down. He cried out softly as he felt himself pressed against the back of Ryan's throat, the latter letting out a small moan.

"Fuck," Frank whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as Ryan's mouth slid up, a warm hand pumping before Ryan took him in again, breathing out hot. Frank looked down, whining low in his throat as Ryan looked up at him, pulling off as he ran his tongue down and back up, his mouth open as he slowly and deliberately ran Frank's spit-slicked dick over his pouted and pink lips.

"Holy shit." Frank whimpered softly, his eyes widening as Ryan looked away and slid his mouth back down, tongue tracing heavy over the underside, back and forth as his head bobbed, a faster pace that took Frank by surprise. He fell back again, unable to keep himself up as the intense heat began to spread into his limbs, his thigh twitching as Ryan flitted his tongue over the snug piercing.

"Oh God, baby, please, don't stop." Frank mewled under his breath, gasping as Ryan sped up, his hand in Frank's, squeezing as he thread Frank's hand back into his hair, letting the latter take control.

Ryan let out a small moan around Frank, deepthroating him a second time, pausing as Frank's hips canted, feeling Ryan's throat constrict only slightly as he gagged and pulled up. He pulled off, his tongue swirling over the head of Frank's dick and all the way down. Ryan hollowed his cheeks around Frank again, teeth grazing softly in a way that had Frank cry out and jerk up, cursing under his breath. Ryan reached up, his fingers caressing and massaging, adding heavy sensation that shot up into Frank's stomach and his brain, turning every single thought and function to a hot mush. He felt his skin tightening, heating up, his cheeks flushed, and way too hot. Ryan picked up his earlier pace, a rapid and rough movement of his head, his mouth working wonders on Frank for God knows how long.

An eternity that was way too quick, but realistically almost fifteen minutes of adulteration that Frank had sorely missed in his life. It was pure bliss; Ryan's mouth his undoing like it used to be, one of his favorites.

"Fuck- Ry- I..." Frank tried to coherently form a sentence, tried to tell Ryan that he was already too close- his libido on high alert. He tried meeting Ryan in-sync but his body kept tightening up, kept locking in a tense rigor as it chased the climax. The air around Frank was heavy and thick like a steam that his lungs rejected, the light sweat made his shirt cling to him as he pulled on Ryan's hair guiding him faster and harder, marveling at how Ryan just took it. He felt as though his bones were about to shatter, his organs on the verge of exploding and his brain screaming in frustration when the tingles that had built up finally let go. His coil sprung, the fire in his belly shot out like fireworks and he cried out. His knees buckled as intense shudders wracked his every inch, the ecstasy making him weak as he came in Ryan's mouth.

"Oh fuck- fuck, yeah..." Frank groaned, riding out his orgasm as he rutted up against Ryan, grinding into his mouth as the lewd mixture of spit and come coated his dick and ran from Ryan's swollen lips. Frank gasped as he let go, feeling Ryan pull off carefully, the last shock of overstimulation made him jolt and groan.

He blinked, opening his eyes as he looked down at Ryan, his heart hammering violently as his pulse raged in his ears and his toes. Ryan smiled as he carefully got up and walked into the bathroom- no likely spitting discreetly in the sink. Frank knew Ryan was always a spitter but he didn't care about it; he wasn't offended. He was just grateful for getting head whether Ryan decided to swallow his load or not. Frank lay there, looking up at the ceiling as he panted, his hand on his forehead as Ryan came in, toothbrush in his mouth.

Frank smiled at him lazily, chuckling weakly at Ryan's sudden change in behavior, his usual nuance of oral hygiene overtaking his lust. Frank didn't care, he had finally gotten what he had wanted and Ryan was allowed to brush his teeth if he wanted. Ryan had stated before that Frank didn't taste bad, he was just uncomfortable with the prolonged thought of sperm in his mouth. Initially, Frank was dubious, but he had learned that after getting a blowjob on the daily back in high school that Ryan was probably telling the truth. Granted, Ryan carried a toothbrush in his blazer pocket even then. Frank still maintained that his come was at least on par, pineapple or not. He pushed away from the weird train of thought as Ryan returned, waltzing smugly back into the bedroom before he lay on the bed beside Frank and closed his eyes, obviously proud of himself.

"I know what you're thinking." He stated simply, "Don't expect it to be a regular thing."

"A guy can wish." Frank sighed, smiling widely.

"Dream on, lover boy."

Frank lay there moments later, his brain not quite back to normal as he tried to wrap his head around what had happened, he was still genuinely convinced that it was just a vivid wet dream that his subconscious had dreamed up. He stared up at the ceiling, his body lax as a slow smile crept onto his face again, his post-blowjob haze still yet to wear off.

"Phone call," Frank remembered, reaching over to grab his phone, Gerard's number still saved in his contacts. He looked at the time, noting it had just gone one in the afternoon- Not too late to phone someone on a Sunday. He pressed 'dial' and put the phone to his ear, hearing it ring as he tried to sort himself out, try to wipe the smile from his face.

"Hello?" A smooth-as-silk voice answered and Frank felt his stomach do multiple backflips and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly drier than a nun's vagina.

"Hi." He breathed, "It- It's Frank."

"I was hoping to hear from you, Frank," Gerard replied and Frank couldn't help but love the way his name fell from Gerard's mouth, even over the phone.

Frank bit his lip, "Well I- I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time considering it's a Sunday."

"Not at all. I was merely busy with paperwork."

"On a Sunday?" Frank scoffed, grinning to himself.

"Oh, I'm always buried in something, Frank." Gerard chuckled, "What can I do for you, dear boy?"

"I- Well, if your job offer is still available, I accept." Frank nodded to himself, saying it out loud added a sudden air of finality.

"Oh, do you now?" Gerard mused and Frank resisted the urge to shudder, "Well, good. Can you start tomorrow?"

"T-..." Frank trailed off, suddenly his brain decided now would be the perfect time to jump back to Ryan's mouth around him, drawing a blank to the older man on the end of the phone call, "Yeah. Oh, yeah." He breathed.

"Frank...?" Gerard's usage of his name had the latter jump back into reality and he felt the blush on his cheeks, "Are you still there?"

"Oh, sorry, yeah I am. I'm here." Frank replied.

"Did you hear what I said, boy?" Gerard asked and Frank wanted to be honest and say no, say the honest truth but at the same time he knew Gerard would be annoyed; he had no idea how long he had been gone.

"The connection is really bad, I caught the gist though." Frank lied, biting his lip.

"Eight o'clock." Gerard stated firmly, "I expect you punctual, okay?"

"Y-Yes, sir." Frank grinned to himself as he looked over to see Ryan roll over to face him, smiling dopily. He reached over, moving a stray curl from Ryan's face with his finger, "I'll be there."

"Good boy," Gerard muttered before hanging up.

"Was that your new boss?" Ryan asked as Frank set his phone down on the end tablet beside him.

"Uh-huh." Frank smiled as he turned to Ryan, "I start tomorrow at eight."

"That's great, sweetheart." Ryan smiled fondly as Frank sighed and rolled, pushing Ryan down onto his back as he lay over him, holding himself up, "And now?"

"As fucking great as your mouth is..." Frank sat up and pulled his t-shirt off, chucking it beside the bed, "I'm still horny."

"Oh, and what am I supposed to do with that not-so-surprising information?" Ryan asked sarcastically as Frank lowered himself back down.

"You're supposed to say 'oh, well then let me help you out, you sexy beast'." Frank grinned and Ryan let out a sudden chuckle, grinning brightly.

"Oh, well then let me help you out, you sexy beast," Ryan repeated and Frank nodded, his mouth on Ryan's neck, sucking softly as he took one of Ryan's thighs in his hand, lifting his leg to wrap it around Frank's hips.

"I'm surprised at you," Frank whispered as he let go, looking down at the soft pink mark on Ryan's pale neck, hearing him shudder a breath when he realized that he was seeing more of the old Ryan; the Ryan he loved in High School. Frank lifted Ryan's hand up to examine his long artist fingers before he laid a kiss to each fingertip. He heard Ryan shudder a soft breath as he sucked gently on, and raked his teeth across, Ryan's fingertip before speaking, "You're not pushing me off and telling me it's not Tuesday."

"I'm in a good mood." Ryan breathed, "And I guess I'm horny, too."

"Oh yeah?" Frank raised an eyebrow at Ryan, who smiled coyly, nodding, "I suppose I didn't return the favor, did I?" Frank asked. Ryan shook his head as he pouted.

"You did not."

"Now who's being selfish?" Frank tutted at himself dramatically, "Shame on me."

Ryan wrapped a leg around his boyfriend's hips, his erection pressing against Frank as he trailed his hands over Frank's shoulders languidly, "Shame on you is right."

"Unscheduled sex it is."