[Frank's already got his clothes on and his walking out to his car when he makes a face at the latest message. Oh no, just sitting around isn't going to do.]
Or you could be sending me naughty pics instead.
what can i say i love them dorky u_u and you play all the sexy beasts i enjoy so perfect
[Nah, he's only teasing and knows exactly why Oliver won't send any pictures. He'll just play some tunes to get him through the car ride until he arrives at Oliver's job.]
Alright, gorgeous, I'm here. I suggest you move that tight little ass of yours or you're gonna miss a ride home.
[He kind of stares at his screen wondering for what seems like the 43545656 time how Frank manages to come up with these phrases. In the end he stops wondering, packs up his things, puts on his suit jacket and makes his way downstairs after doing his short round of goodbyes. He spots Frank's car easily and speeds up.]
Hey.
[A short greeting after he's put his laptop bag on the backseat and then finally gets into the passenger side. Immediately he reaches up to loosen his tie.]
[Has no one really given him any pet names? Seems a little bizarre and unfair, but then again, it may just be Frank's lewd sense of humor that sets him apart. There's a soft, but smug, smirk waiting for Oliver when he finally makes it out and into the car.]
Hey yourself.
[And before Oliver can loosen his tie completely, Frank is catching his chin to turn his face in order to catch his lips in a briefly innocent kiss that deepens once he slips his tongue into the other's mouth with a soft moan.]
[There's an unnecessary hesitancy in the way he shows initiative with Frank. Oliver catches it at random times and hates it knowing it still stems from how things had gone with Connor. With Connor he'd kept on thinking how guys like him don't get guys like Connor and now he sits here, with Frank, lips on lips and damn, Frank is a whole different league from Connor. A hand raises to touch the left side of Frank's face, facial hair tickles him as they kiss and it's a sensation that he's now so used to that when there's a period of time he goes without it get's missed.]
No...
[The kiss ends and already he craves more. What the hell are they doing?
Allowing himself to indulge for a few more seconds he kisses Frank again, soft on the lips but with heat behind it none the less. Before Frank can push it elsewhere he pulls away and sits back, buckling up.]
I am sure I will get into trouble enough later with you though.
[He's grinning, sometimes he can be lewd and suggestive as well.]
[Never mind the hesitance Frank has noticed every now and again -- they've already had the talk about Oliver's low self-confidence and Frank has tried to prove to him time and time again that he's just as hot as the rest of them -- how can Oliver just stop everything and grin at Frank like that?
While someone in this relationship actually does need to have some self-control, Frank huffs a little in frustration and licks his lips before settling back and putting the car in drive. Jesus, help him.]
Man, you're something else, aren't you? You're really in trouble after that.
[All he really wants to do is chew on Oliver's lips while he slips a hand between his legs to squeeze and stroke and pump. The quicker they're back to his place, the sooner he can do that. Besides, Oliver had the right idea to stop them when he did. Frank would feel like crap if the guy was fired for indecent exposure.]
You figure out what want for dinner: take out or something homecooked?
[Oliver isn't even sure Frank knows why he hesitates exactly. It has nothing to do with how he thinks he looks or what he deserves and more with the type of guy he's finding himself falling for again. But he doesn't even speak of it, allows Frank to think that oh, sure, it's just a typical nerd lacking confidence about himself. Easier that way, he used to think but isn't so sure of it now.
Absently he rubs his lips then fastens his seat-belt.]
Home-cooked.
[Because Frank's proven before how he isn't just good in the bedroom, there are other places in his home he excels at too.
So they drive, mostly in silence with the occasional small-talk about work here and there. Nothing too intimate or personal, Oliver always notices that too but half of it is because he makes sure it doesn't get too personal even if that ship has long gone and sailed away.
He shrugs out of his jacket once they are inside of Frank's home, the top buttons of his shirt undone then he drops files onto his salon table with information he's requested.]
[As much as he may doubt it, it is better that way. Imagine Frank realizing what Oliver's really hesitant about. Part of him has probably had its own suspicions, has definitely already worried that someone like him had no business being with Oliver. He may handle the truth better than 'hair gel' might but it's better left unsaid, at least for now.]
Perfect.
[Is all Frank says in regards to the files. He doesn't bother checking them even after hanging his own jacket. Oliver always has superb results for him so Frank trusts his work.]
And thanks, again. So uh... What do you have a taste for? More of those tacos...pizza...pasta? Whatever it is, you're helping.
[The last part is said over his shoulder before he goes back to rummage through the fridge and taking stock of what they have to work with. He smirks when the can of whipped cream briefly catches his attention - that'll go great with his dessert, later on.]
[It's a choice easily made for Oliver as he glances over at Frank now in his kitchen searching for ingredients. He actually doesn't mind helping, his cooking skills not all too bad thanks to his mother that frequently made him help out whenever she prepared dinner. Over time he's actually started to enjoy it, finding it numbs his mind after a long day of staring at codes; or dealing with stressful boyfriends of the past.]
Something creamy if you got the ingredients for it.
[He's rolling up his sleeves, wishing he had other clothes to wear besides his usual work attire. But it's going to have to do, not like he will be wearing it for long anyway.
Knowing his way around Frank's apartment and kitchen he finds what he's looking for. Pouring himself a glass of wine but Frank something much stronger he gently nudges his glass towards him and takes a sip of his own, watching him, still.]
So. Managed to keep any murderers from going to jail today?
[Frank drawls unnecessarily lewdly with the usual Delfino smirk gracing his face as he confirmed he had just what they needed to make dinner. He's already gathering up all the ingredients, even shoulder bumping Oliver, or standing close behind him to reach into the cabinet above him.
He swats at the younger man's bottom before going to wash his hands to prepare. That is until the question stops him and he's turning around with a questioning raised brow while drying his hands.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Please let him just be messing around, Frank can't deal with anyone judging him or Annalise right now. Hell, or ever. Better he down that glass Oliver's made him just in case. It hits him strong in all the right ways, warm as he goes down - bourbon, good stuff.]
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oh my gosh....I've played with your spidey.
[How is that even possible? Apparently, Frank's been around too many, uh,
shittynot-so-good people for far too long.]seriously!? with who!!
um daredevil...who i actually owe you a tag with as well because i forgot to tag back way earlier ><
10 minutes btw.
dfgfghfgh its fine!! ah that does make me happy i love playing them too ♥
Alright, I am... just sitting at my desk.
yes yes, you seem to like playing all the adorable dorks. i love it
[Frank's already got his clothes on and his walking out to his car when he makes a face at the latest message. Oh no, just sitting around isn't going to do.]
Or you could be sending me naughty pics instead.
what can i say i love them dorky u_u and you play all the sexy beasts i enjoy so perfect
[What he really wants to say is, please keep your eyes focused on the road I don't want you to get hurt because of dick pics.]
there's nothing wrong with that! and aw shucks
[Nah, he's only teasing and knows exactly why Oliver won't send any pictures. He'll just play some tunes to get him through the car ride until he arrives at Oliver's job.]
Alright, gorgeous, I'm here. I suggest you move that tight little ass of yours or you're gonna miss a ride home.
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Hey.
[A short greeting after he's put his laptop bag on the backseat and then finally gets into the passenger side. Immediately he reaches up to loosen his tie.]
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Hey yourself.
[And before Oliver can loosen his tie completely, Frank is catching his chin to turn his face in order to catch his lips in a briefly innocent kiss that deepens once he slips his tongue into the other's mouth with a soft moan.]
You get any trouble for leaving early?
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No...
[The kiss ends and already he craves more. What the hell are they doing?
Allowing himself to indulge for a few more seconds he kisses Frank again, soft on the lips but with heat behind it none the less. Before Frank can push it elsewhere he pulls away and sits back, buckling up.]
I am sure I will get into trouble enough later with you though.
[He's grinning, sometimes he can be lewd and suggestive as well.]
sorry for the late
While someone in this relationship actually does need to have some self-control, Frank huffs a little in frustration and licks his lips before settling back and putting the car in drive. Jesus, help him.]
Man, you're something else, aren't you? You're really in trouble after that.
[All he really wants to do is chew on Oliver's lips while he slips a hand between his legs to squeeze and stroke and pump. The quicker they're back to his place, the sooner he can do that. Besides, Oliver had the right idea to stop them when he did. Frank would feel like crap if the guy was fired for indecent exposure.]
You figure out what want for dinner: take out or something homecooked?
np!!
Absently he rubs his lips then fastens his seat-belt.]
Home-cooked.
[Because Frank's proven before how he isn't just good in the bedroom, there are other places in his home he excels at too.
So they drive, mostly in silence with the occasional small-talk about work here and there. Nothing too intimate or personal, Oliver always notices that too but half of it is because he makes sure it doesn't get too personal even if that ship has long gone and sailed away.
He shrugs out of his jacket once they are inside of Frank's home, the top buttons of his shirt undone then he drops files onto his salon table with information he's requested.]
It's all there.
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Perfect.
[Is all Frank says in regards to the files. He doesn't bother checking them even after hanging his own jacket. Oliver always has superb results for him so Frank trusts his work.]
And thanks, again. So uh... What do you have a taste for? More of those tacos...pizza...pasta? Whatever it is, you're helping.
[The last part is said over his shoulder before he goes back to rummage through the fridge and taking stock of what they have to work with. He smirks when the can of whipped cream briefly catches his attention - that'll go great with his dessert, later on.]
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[It's a choice easily made for Oliver as he glances over at Frank now in his kitchen searching for ingredients. He actually doesn't mind helping, his cooking skills not all too bad thanks to his mother that frequently made him help out whenever she prepared dinner. Over time he's actually started to enjoy it, finding it numbs his mind after a long day of staring at codes; or dealing with stressful boyfriends of the past.]
Something creamy if you got the ingredients for it.
[He's rolling up his sleeves, wishing he had other clothes to wear besides his usual work attire. But it's going to have to do, not like he will be wearing it for long anyway.
Knowing his way around Frank's apartment and kitchen he finds what he's looking for. Pouring himself a glass of wine but Frank something much stronger he gently nudges his glass towards him and takes a sip of his own, watching him, still.]
So. Managed to keep any murderers from going to jail today?
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[Frank drawls unnecessarily lewdly with the usual Delfino smirk gracing his face as he confirmed he had just what they needed to make dinner. He's already gathering up all the ingredients, even shoulder bumping Oliver, or standing close behind him to reach into the cabinet above him.
He swats at the younger man's bottom before going to wash his hands to prepare. That is until the question stops him and he's turning around with a questioning raised brow while drying his hands.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Please let him just be messing around, Frank can't deal with anyone judging him or Annalise right now. Hell, or ever. Better he down that glass Oliver's made him just in case. It hits him strong in all the right ways, warm as he goes down - bourbon, good stuff.]