Disclaimer: I don't own either of them - this is just to fuel my sick fantasies with those two getting it on erotically.

***

For as long as I've known, I've always seen him sat there. On the cold steel bench waiting for the #69 bus to arrive. Shivering through the cold, breathing through the pain of the wind slapping him harshly across the face every five seconds, blinking past the dirty looks of passers-by. I'd never noticed him properly till he spoke to me on that bitterly cold Tuesday morning. I was waiting, too, for the #69 - so I could go and see my girlfriend, who lived in a nearby town.

"Excuse me, do you have a light?" his husky draw ebbed through me like nothing I've ever felt before.

I looked straight at him, his strong powerful brown gaze holding mine for at least nine or ten seconds before I replied, "Sorry, I don't."

He looked downheartened. "Oh right, k." And he turned to go and sit back down in his usual spot. I felt sorry for him, I felt bad that he sits here waiting everyday for that bus - but the strange thing being, he never actually boards the bus. Just sits there like a statue, his eyes the only thing moving, tracing each and every passenger as if to figure out their life story. Then it leaves and still, he sits there - waiting, wanting, wondering when the next #69 bus will turn up.

I fumbled about in my pockets for a second, before realising I had a box of matches on me. "Hmm, I must have put them in there after I lit those candles for Tisha." I thought to myself subtly, as I stepped forward to speak to the guy, to ask him if they were a good enough substitute for a lighter.

"Erm, hey, excuse me, hello," I said, edging closer towards him, he looked up at me with a strange look, studying me closely, "will matches do?" I asked, and handed him the box. Again, he continued to stare at me, and then suddenly he reached out and took them from me. "Cheers dude," he replied, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth. I noticed his lips were full, and amazingly pink. His lip ring shone slightly as it caught the light, as did the ring that was hooped through his nose. I continued to stare for a moment before he said huskily, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." I answered back quickly, blinking hurriedly.

"Smoke?" he asked, opening his hand up to show a box of cigarettes.

I shook my head politely, "Oh no - I don't smoke."

"Oh, right," he answered back quickly, "don't start." he added.

"Excuse me?" I asked, with a confused look upon my face.

"Don't start smoking. It's a filthy habit. We can't have a pretty boy like you dying young now can we?"

I looked at him more intently, and noticed he was staring at me, just like the way he does when he's looking at all those passengers. "He's trying to figure me out, just like them." The little voice in my head told me. Then the sides of his mouth curled up into one heck of a smile. Wow, I never noticed how good-looking this guy really is.

I shook my head quickly, taking a sharp breath.

"So, what's your," he paused, taking a drag on his cigarette, "name?" I hate it when people smoke more than anything, but the way this guy is smoking, I just can't stop staring. He actually makes smoking look sexy.

What am I saying? Smoking and sexy in the same sentence? No way.

He blew the smoke out of his mouth and I felt my heart skip a beat.

What the? My heart's skipping beats now? And over, I shudder, a guy? I'm not gay. I never have been gay and I never will be. Mikey Way is straight. STRAIGHT. Straight as a fucking flag pole.

"Hey, dude, I asked you a question." he said, looking at me, slightly annoyed I hadn't answered.

"Oh sorry, it's Mi.. Mikey." I replied stuttering.

"Mikey. Awesome. That short for anything? Like Michael perhaps?"

"No, no, it's just Mikey. Plain old Mikey."

He laughed. I felt a shiver go down my spine as he did so.

"Plain old Mikey? What a way to put yourself down dude." he paused again to put the cigarette in his mouth again, balancing it between his lips, and put his hand out, "I'm Frank."

I looked at him for a second, down at his hand and back to his face again. Then on instinct I took my hand out of my pocket and shook his firmly.

"Nice to meet you Frank," I paused, "so, erm.. who you going to see?" I asked, if anytime was the right time, this was it. I wanted to know why he was here everyday, waiting for that bus - but not even getting on it.

"What?" he asked, confused.

I pointed to the sign saying, "#69" and looked down at him again, "You're waiting for the bus too, who you going to see?"

"Oh. No-one. I'm not waiting for the bus, I'm waiting for someone."

I stared at him even more confused.

"Who you waiting for then? Wife? Girlfriend?" I paused, wondering whether I should carry on talking, hoping maybe it wouldn't offend him, "Boyfriend?" I breathed once again, there I'd said it. He looked at me closely and laughed again.

"You don't beat around the bush d'ya Mikey boy?" he was still smiling, and I felt my stomach tighten. "I.. I'm waiting for a mate. Just a mate."

I nodded, understanding that he must be single, or reluctant to tell me otherwise. Luckily, as I felt the conversation heading to a stop, the bus turned up and I turned to Frank one last time, knowing, yes, he'll be here again tomorrow - but, I just had to see his face once more before I left. The cigarette was again balanced between his lips, his hands shoved ruffly into his jacket pockets, his eyes darting through the windows to stare at all the passengers.

I thought to myself slowly, that he must be looking to see if his 'mate' was getting off the bus, but no-one moved. I looked down and then I heard, "I'll be seeing you again soon Mikey boy." I turned back to see Frank staring at me, and he smiled again. I grinned back, nervously fiddling with my glasses, mirroring his movements, "Yeah, see you around." I replied, and with that I got on the bus. I sat down in my seat, and saw him studying me once again, this time more intensely, more intriguingly. I looked away quickly, yet I could still feel his eyes on me, watching. The bus pulled away and I left Frank sitting in his usual place, waiting..

For the next four days I didn't see Frank at all, only because Tisha came to mine instead - so I didn't have any reason to go to the bus stop and see if he was there. Yet, the whole time, he was on my mind - wondering if he was okay, wondering if his friend had turned up, wondering.. wondering if - if he was thinking about me.

Yeah right Mikey, like that would ever happen. Frank's straight. As you thought you were indefinitely a few days ago - but hey, things can change pretty quickly, maybe Frank was just covering up for his true sexuality. Oh stop pondering you idiot. You know what you feel inside. You always have been unsure of who you were attracted to the most. You just thought it was down to your hormones going haywire again. Just think about it. Watching Donnie Darko all those million times, were you ever once attracted to Gretchen? No way, Jake Gyllenhaal always managed to catch your attention with those eyes, and those lips, and that.. that smile. And when he talks about fucking girls.. SHIT. You just wanted to fuck the life out of him instead. Face it Mikey, this is something you can't ignore anymore. You're in love with Frank, admit it. You're in love with him, and he needs to be told.

The next day, I left my house early to get the bus to work. Seeing as I was covering Maddox's shift - I had to get up twice as early, just to make it in time. I turned the corner and there he was. My heart skipped a fluttering beat as I saw him for the first time in five days, yet to me it had felt like an eternity. Sat on the bench again, a cigarette between his lips, his arms crossed and a look of want on his face.

I walked over slowly, counting my footsteps like I used to when I was young, then as I reached him, I looked at him again, for what seemed like the millionth time within the space of five seconds, and Frank looked back bearing a mixed up expression. I didn't know whether to smile back, stare him out, or turn away like I haven't seen him looking.

I chose option one, the sides of my mouth curling up to flash my white teeth at Frankie. He paused for a second before mirroring my movements - his amazingly beautiful, Italian eyes widening towards me, and his perfectly, toned, tattooed arm reaching up to sweep a strand of soft, jet-black hair caught in front of them. My heart skips a beat and pulse speeds as I begin to fall in love with him all over again.

All because of that smile. That smile could melt a thousand cold-blooded hearts. That smile could please a thousand faces. That smile could enlighten my life a thousand times over. "You know that's a dirty habit." I muttered with a small smile on my face. He looked up at me, and then looked away, just as quickly.

He remained silent as he smoked his cigarette slowly. Then as he stubbed it out on the edge of the bench, he turned to look at me again.

"Is it my turn for the questions today then?" he said quietly.

I said nothing, not knowing quite what to answer anyway. I shrugged after a minute and Frank took a breath.

"So, who are you going to see today then?" he asked me. I got the idea that after yesterday and my 'twenty questions' he was going to interegate me just like I did him.

"No-one, I've got to work. I'm covering my friends' shift." I answered back placidly. "Oh, where do you work?"

"At a record shop in town. You know Lookout Records? That's where I work."

"Awesome." He paused, "I thought you were going to see your girlfriend again." he said blinking, taking out another cigarette and placing it between his lips.

I stood there, eyes wide, mouth open. How did he know about Tisha?

"What?" I muttered.

"Tisha, she's your girlfriend is she not?" he mumbled, lighting his cigarette. He must've found his lighter in the end then, I thought to myself.

I nodded, exsarsperated, "Ye - yeah she is. How do you-"

Frank interuppted me mid-sentence, "I know alot of things about you Mikey boy." He stopped for a minute to take another drag. "Like I know that you only date girls where you know there's no future, but it doesn't stop you falling in love with them. I know that you fell in love once, and she broke your heart so much, that you refuse to commit yourself." My jaw dropped, how the fuck did he know about Amy? That was years ago. No-one knew about that, maybe except for my brother Gerard and a few close friends from where we used to live before moving here.

"I know that you haven't been able to stop thinking about me since yesterday. And I know that you want me to like you the way you like me."

I blinked slowly, trying to take in all of what Frank just said. You want me to like you the way you like me? What the? Did he know how I felt? He can't. His voice drowned out any more confused thoughts out of my head.

"I know what you're thinking Mikey, you're not a fag. You don't do guys," Again, Frank paused to take a long, hard drag on his cigarette, the ash falling off the end and onto the floor, "Don't worry," He stopped talking, giving me a sympathetic look, like he understood exactly how I was feeling, what I was going through, "that's what I kept telling myself for years, while I was still with my ex, but then one day I saw someone that made me realise I was gay, or even at least, bisexual, since well, I've ever known. And you're doing it now, denying yourself of all reason, reminding yourself, 'I'm not gay. I don't fancy guys.' Well, that's where you're wrong. I know you want me. I know you want to fuck me like you've never fucked before." My mouth at this point was down on the floor, and my eyes completely out of their sockets. I hesitated for a second, wanting to tell him everything, wanting to tell him that I loved him more than I would ever love, well, anyone. More than Tisha. More than Amy. But I didn't say it. I couldn't. I'd only just believed in it myself, I couldn't just come out and say that I loved him for sure when I'd only just been openly gay with myself for what, three days? I didn't want to say it unless I truly meant it to myself, and to Frank of course. But you are gay, and you do love Frank. Say it you frigging idiot, fucking just say it.

I just couldn't.

"Look Frank, but I'm not gay. I'm totally and 100% straight, I have a girlfriend, you know I have a girlfriend."

"But you don't love her. You never did, and you never will. I know you don't. You've always been gay Mikey, I've been watching you ever since you moved here. And then you started to get the bus - it was time to make you see me, to make you realise you wanted me more than any other girl you've screwed. I just know."

As soon as he said that last part something inside my head clicked.

"Wait.. That 'someone' you were waiting for?" I paused and waited, Frankie said nothing, "Me?" I asked, blinking more times than needed.

Frankie nodded. "You're not just a pretty face are you Mikey boy? Got the whole package - brains, too I see." His eyes trailed slyly up my leg and laid to rest on my crotch. He bit down on his lip slowly, his teeth capturing his lip ring, making my heart pump faster. "You've been.. waiting for.. me this.. this whole time?" I asked, pronoucing each word slowly, just to show Frankie, on some levels, how confused I was about his reasons for waiting at the same bus stop since I moved here.

"Sounds idiotic out loud doesn't it?" Frankie muttered quietly, placing another cigarette between his lips once again.

"You fucking bet it does. Frankie, I.." I stopped and changed my trail of path, "Before this week, you were just the same guy that sat at the bus stop everyday - now you're Frankie, this," I paused uncomfortably. It's time Mikey, just fucking tell him you pussy. I coughed, "amazingly gorgeous guy who I haven't been able to stop thinking about since we first spoke! It's fucking laughable that I could say that I love you more than anything in this life, and I want you to be with me forever, because now, I don't think I could be without you." I hadn't realised that Frank had stood up while I was telling him exactly how I felt, stubbed out his cigarette on the floor and was now stood within four or five inches away from me. His eyes caught mine, and he smiled. "I'll fucking blow your mind," he whispered softly, making an orgasmic shiver run down my spine. Then in a split second, Frankie bent forward, grabbing the sides of my head lovingly, and captured my lips with his. Gently parting them to lace his tongue in to my newly tasting mouth to wrestle with mine. I groaned deeply in to his mouth as my hands, traced round to the back of his head, and my fingers gripped his hair tightly, raking their way through the softness of his natural jet-black locks.

I could feel my knees buckling beneath me. This kiss was nothing like I've ever felt before. Heaven was not even the word strong enough to explain the half of it.

Then, as slowly as possible, Frank pulled away from me, leaving a small, lingering kiss on my lips. His eyes opened momentarily and blinkes slowly. Those eyes had the ability to make me fall in love with him all over again. Frankie's hand trailed down my arm to my hand and entwined his fingers with mine.

"Want to come back with me?" he whispered again.

I hesitated, I had to get to work, or I'd be in deep shit.

"Frankie, I.. I can't. I've got to work."

His face dropped a mile, "Oh. Right. Okay."

"I'll come round later if you.." I paused, "want?"

Frank looked up at me with half a smile, "No, it's alright. It can wait. Besides, you need to tell Tisha anyway." He explained.

FUCK. Tisha. My girlfriend. What am I going to tell her? 'Sorry darling, but I'm actually gay. I've had the hots for this guy who sits at my bus stop everyday since Tuesday - who evidently had been waiting for me to tell him I love him since the first day I moved here, and now we're in love. I'm sorry, this has to end.' Yeah like you can say it like that - you fucking idiot. Tish will be heartbroken. She told you she loved you. She told you she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you and you're going to just turn round and tell her you're as good as fucking someone else, who happens to be a fucking guy. Like she'll understand fully, and let you go without a fight? 'Don't kid yourself Mikey boy.' A little replica of Frank's voice ebbed its way through my head.

I nodded my head slowly, "Yeah. I've got to tell Tish. Look Frank, I want to come over later, please."

Frank looked at my jubiously for a minute, "Alright. I live at 31 Hallows Eve End. When the old guy answers, just tell him you're there to see, 'the crazy dude with the stinking habit upstairs.' He'll know what you mean."

This confused the hell out of me, but I didn't let onto Frank. If that made sense to an old man, then so be it.

"Sure." I smiled. Frank's lips curled up into that smile again as the bus pulled up.

"I'd kiss you goodbye, but I don't think they'll appreciate," he indicated with his eyes at the passengers, "two guys making out in front of them. I'll see you later baby." Frank whispered in my ear as I went to turn to get on the bus.

I nodded happily, "See you later." I hesitated, "I love you." I mouthed, staring straight into Frank's beautiful eyes.

This time, his smile was a lot more noticeable - his teeth were bared and his eyes lit up like a thousand diamonds. "I love you too." He mouthed back, as I got on the bus and chose my seat. I sat down and stared at Frank as he looked straight back at me. I just couldn't believe that within five days.. I'd told myself I was gay and falling fast in love with Frank. It was all happening so fast, but I couldn't help it. This was fate. The bus pulled away and I lifted my hand up to the window to give Frank one last loving wave as I went off to work.

** Frank's POV **

I watched him get on the bus and sit down. He had everything. The eyes, the smile, the personality, the perfect kiss. I was in love with Mikey, and he loved me back. I'd never felt better about myself.. ever. The bus pulled away and I saw him lift his hand up to wave at me lovingly. I smiled massively as I saw the bus shrink into the distance, happy that I would be seeing Mikey all over again later on.

** Mikey's POV **

I reached Frank's house and rapped on the door nervously. I heard someone muttering angrily to themselves and footsteps shuffling around behind it. The door opened slowly and an old man popped his head round the side.

"What do you want?" he asked grouchily.

"I.. I.. " I though back to what Frank told me to say, "I'm here to see Frank, you know, the crazy guy with the stinking habit upstairs?"

He looked at me as if I was mad, and then rolled his eyes.

"More bloody visitors. This doesn't help my bad hip you know, answering the door for that weirdo day and night." he muttered, opening the door wider so I could get in. "Cheers." I said politely and made my way upstairs. There were several doors, all with letters on them. Shit, Frank hadn't told me which flat he lived in. The address he had, and what to say, but not the letter. I took a chance and walked over to the door with the letter 'F' on it. I stood for a second, breathing in heavily as I proceeded to lift my hand up to knock on the door.

I didn't hear anything for a second and then out of nowhere, I heard the old man muttering again, "Stub that thing out. Befouling this house again - I should kick you out for that stinking habit! Making potential buyers decide they don't want to purchase a flat no-more, all thanks to YOU!" He bellowed. Whoa, that man has a big voice for such a small guy, I said to myself chuckling. Then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I waited nervously by the door, hoping that Frank would come and answer it quickly.

No-one came to the door, but the footsteps kept getting louder and louder. Then, as quickly as the footsteps had started I heard, "Mikey, what.. what are you doing here?" Frank asked confused, "I thought you had to work." He stood at the top of the stairs, cigarette in between his left index and middle finger, his jacket pulled apart and I could see his trousers slung low. I smiled, "Sod work. I couldn't wait to be with you again, so I jumped off at the next stop. Luckily it's not too far from here." I laughed. Frank looked at me and then he smiled, "Oh Mikey." He walked forward quickly and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Come on." he whispered softly in my ear, pulling away from our hug. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a key. "How did you know I lived at flat F?" he asked intrigued.

"I took a chance. Figuring, if you were anything like me, you'd have something that has anything remotely connected to you in some way. This time, it was the letter F." I giggled. "Oh you're so clever Mikey boy." he guffawed, as the door clicked open and led me inside. His flat was one of those that had 'bachelor pad' written all over it. Empty pizza boxes were laden across the coffee table, half drunk bottles of vodka strewn over the floor, and countless ashtrays were dotted around the room.

I looked over at Frank, not intentionally but he must have sensed I had well-this-is-such-great-place-to-entertain-guests-isn't-it rolly eyes look on my face because he looked down at the floor, "Sorry," he mumbled.

"What for?" I asked, walking over an old box of doughnuts.

"This. It's a complete mess, I'm sorry, I just.. don't have that many guests that really spend most of their time in here." He explained, wearily.

I nodded, although inside I was seething, I obviously wasn't Frank's first taste at being a homosexual, or maybe I was, he was just refering to women he's been with in the past. Feeling as though he thought the conversation was dying out, Frank turned to me, "Do you want a drink or something?"

"Yeah please. Tea, milk and two sugars." I always had a sweet tooth.

Frank smiled sweetly, "You don't need any sugar, you're sweet enough." I had to laugh, "That your best chat up line?"

"Hmm - it worked on several of my ex's, why couldn't it work on you?" Frankie winked, sticking his tongue out, as he walked into the kitchen.

I followed him cautiously, and sat down at the table, taking off my coat as I did so, while I watched him. Then the phone rang and Frank ran out to get it, "I'll be right back." he said quietly as he pushed the kitchen door shut.

Feeling I should maybe do something to help, I got up and started to make my tea, seeing as everything happened to be carefully labelled, and the kettle was on the brink of boiling anyway. I was too busy hustling around making my tea I hadn't noticed Frankie enter again. Making himself comfortable, he took off his jacket and shoes and stuck them by the table. He stood by the fridge and stared at me intently for a few good minutes.

"You know what I love?" Frankie mumbled huskily as he moved closer to me and placed his hands on my hips.

"Erm - tea?" I teased and began weaving my fingers through my ruffled brown locks uncomfortably.

Frankie chuckled, "No silly. You. I love you Mikey," he whispered softly and suddenly pulled away, holding me at arms length to take in my features. "Every. Little. Thing. About. You." he smiled and bent forward, capturing my lips with his and gently parting them to lace his tongue in to my mouth to wrestle with mine. I didn't hesitate, as I groaned deeply in to his mouth. My fingers let go of the breakfast bar hurriedly and traced up to his head gripping his hair tighter, raking their way through the softness of his black hair.

I traced my hands down his chest to reach the hem of his tee and pulled it off quickly. He stood there topless for a second, as I drank in the sight of him. "Fucking hell, he's just.. amazing." I thought to myself, as Frank pulled me back to him, and in for another kiss. Frankie's excitement pressed obviously into my stomach and I wasted no time in dropping to my knees, taking his baggy denim jeans and white boxers with me. My eyes came to rest on the throbbing thickness in front of my face; dripping with pre-cum and bulging all over my eyes were magnetically drawn to his eight-inch cock.

"This is it Mikey, the day you commit yourself to guy. You can do this." I told myself, calmly. Frankie groaned quietly and pushed my head down, towards the head of his desperate cock, "Please Mikey," he begged, propping himself up against the fridge. I needed no more encouragement; I gripped his shaft firmly with one hand and cupped his tight, heavy balls with the other as my lips sunk slowly over Frank's slippery member.

Frankie arched his back towards me as the feeling intensified, "Oh. God," he managed to moan in between deep breaths as my skilful tongue twirled around his erection, playing with his foreskin. Loving the reaction I was getting, began pumping my hand up and down the parts of his pulsating dick that my mouth just couldn't sink over - with my other hand I started to kneed his balls, slowly at first before squeezing tighter and tighter.

"Oh - Miiiiikey, oooh," Frank's face creased up, he bit down on his lower lip and held my head tightly against his manhood.

I could tell he was close so I began edging my way away from his sweaty body. "My turn." I purred against his chest as my tongue worked its way up to his nipples, lightly dropping his balls as I did so but not letting go of his pounding hard on.

I felt his fingers trace round to the back of my tee and lifted it up over my head, so then we were both stood there topless.

Frank took a series of small, sharp breaths before he bent down before me, undoing my zipper painfully slow, as my throbbing cock waited to be released, and have Frank's gorgeous lips wrapped around it. My zip being undone, Frankie pulled my jeans down quickly, as with my boxers.

"Aah," I gasped loudly at the touch of his tongue on my tip. Frankie smirked and resumed his previous position. His tongue trailed up my length, swirling around my throbbing tip before placing butterfly kisses all the way back down to the base.

"You're driving.. me.. crazy," I panted, my searching hands grabbing onto the sides of the worktop as I fought the urge to thrash straight into his face. Frankie's large hands held my hips firmly down as he continued to explore me. I threw my head back, perspiration forming on my body as he clutched at the worktop once more. I felt him smile against me as he nuzzled his mouth down hard into my hair, breathing in his sweet scent.

"Please," I begged, short of breath, my mind whirling. Kissing his way back up my length he finally complied and let me fall into his wet mouth. I swore loudly as my hands flew down to his shoulders to hold Frank in place. Gradually his slow, steady rhythm increased as did the thrashing of my legs. I felt myself touch the back of his throat and groaned loudly. I was so close, so fucking close. Just one more little.. And I let felt myself shoot straight into Frank's mouth quickly. Swallowing it all Frank got up and licked his lips, tracing a slither from his chin with his thumb sexily, "Hmm, tastes good."

I smiled, breathing slowly, trying desperately to get my breath back.

"I love you." He murmured as our lips met again, this time sparking off a knee trembling electric current which exploded between us.

"I love you too," I groaned, cupping his chin in the palms of my hands, "Frank, please. Just fuck me." I watched as the corners of his lips twitched in to his infamous 'Frank Smile.' "Your wish is my command." Frankie spun me round on to my front so that my bare chest pressed firmly against the cold white metal of the fridge/freezer combo.

I shuddered silently as Frank's smooth hands traced the outline of my spine right down to my ass, "Have I told you lately that I love your ass?"

" 'Fraid you haven't, but please go on." I answered simply with a smirk - my breath coming out in short, sharp bursts as Frank's index finger swirled little 's' shapes all over my ass and upper thighs.

Frank leaned forward, pressing his body up against mine so that I could feel what I had done to him, "Feel that between your legs?" he growled sexily, "That is all for you Mikey boy." He purred and opened my legs widely, sliding a couple of his fingers into his mouth, sucking quickly and then slid them down to my ass.

"Frank, just - please - " I closed my eyes tightly as my cock started to grow again in intensity. "What? What do you want me to do? This?" Frank easily drove his two fingers deep inside of me, curling them upwards to try and find my prostate. I felt my knees buckle but luckily he had me tightly pinned against the fridge, "Frank, please - just FUCK ME!" I howled as his fingers worked up a fast rhythm inside of me.

"Oh, you want that do you Mikey boy? All right then." He removed his fingers painfully slow and took a hold of his pleading cock, which was now dropping with pre-cum, "You should have just said." and with that he rammed himself powerfully inside of me. By this time I was so easily lubricated from Frank's dribble-covered fingers, I easily took his cock, my walls clamping themselves around his pounding muscle.

Frank nuzzled tenderly in to my neck, biting down softly on my sweaty, soft skin. "You feel so good Mikey."

I clawed desperately at the fridge, my nails scratching up and down, until Frank's big warm hands came to rest over mine, holding them high up above our heads as he thrust continuously in and out of me.

"Ooooh. GOD. Frankiiiiiiiiie, " I cried out piercingly, in a voice most unlike my own, as he pulled his cock out, almost all the way, before plunging it down as far as it would go inside me. Frank's hands travelled down my arms and slid over my nipples, as he slammed his meat over and over inside of me, loving how I cried out his name with every thrust.

"I'm - oh god Frankie! I'm gonna," My orgasm flooded through my body as I called out Frank's name over and over.

My moans almost pushed him over the edge as he felt his own orgasm building inside of him. His balls tightened considerably as my erect nipples dug in to the palms of his hands, "SHIT!" he groaned loudly as he began to shoot his load, nine or ten spurts inside me, finishing just as I did.

It took a while for my breath to return to normal, but as it did, Frankie turned me round and pressed up against the fridge again.

"Best one ever." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Then he lightly pressed his sweat-covered lips against mine once more.

I bit down on my lip as Frank strode over to the table, replaced his clothes quickly, smiled at me with that deviously, sexy grin and walked out into the flat, leaving me stood there trying to memorise the excitement that had run through me like never before.

Then, as I stood there in a post-orgasmic daze, Frank quickly popped his head back in through the kitchen door, "Mikey," he said softly.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I just want to say, that the #69 bus has made me the happiest guy alive."

I gave him a confused look, "Why baby?"

"Because - it brought me to you, and I never want to let you go now that I have you."

I smiled, my teeth baring all to Frank, "Ditto Frankie," I bit down on my lip cheekily, "Ditto."

The end