This is just a short idea I had. Slash between Frank and Phil. I don't know why, but I just love the thought of these two together and feel like there is not enough fics with this pairing. I feel like this really isn't that good...but y'know. I'm just doing this for fun and practice makes perfect. Oh and sorry for mistakes, but English is not my first language. Whelp. I've wasted you're time long enough. Go on.
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters of this belongs to their respective show(s)/book(s) and creator(s) of said shows/books
-HB-
Frank is not sure when or how this started, but he's not exactly complaining. Actually, he's pretty sure it started somewhere around the fourth time Phil came over to the Hardy's residence for a study session with him. Yes, he is quite aware how cliché that is, but right now he really doesn't care. Not when he has said person moaning underneath him on his bed.
"Be quiet. Joe's in the next room," Frank said breaking the heated kiss. Phil whined at the loss, but it cut short when Frank gripped the hem of his own shirt and swiftly slid it over his head, tossing it on the floor. Phil grinned appreciatively and surged up catching Frank's lips for another searing kiss. Frank nipped sharply at the other boys' bottom lip and was rewarded with another moan from the genius. Grinning slightly Frank slipped his fingers under the hem of Phil's shirt. A 'thump' sounded as the forgotten Biology textbook fell from the bed and hit the carpet floor. Phil came over after school with the intend of actually studying with Frank, seeing as they both had a major test tomorrow, but somehow they got distracted and the next thing Frank knew the slim teen was straddling his lap. After a few weak attempts of protest Frank finally gave in and flipped them over so Phil was on his back and Frank hovering above him.
Looking at him Frank was surprised to see that the usually dark eyed boy's eyes seemed to be an even darker shade. An excited shiver ran down Frank's spine. Phil made quick work of the buttons of his own shirt and soon it joined the older Hardy's shirt on the floor. Frank started nipping down the teen's jaw line stopping to suck at his ear lobe. He ground his hips down against the panting body beneath him. Phil's hand was making its way down Frank's chest. He scraped his blunt fingernails over the dark-haired Hardy's toned abs, before coming to rest at the button of the faded-blue jeans. Phil gasped a breathy "Frank!" just when the youngest Hardy came into the room.
"Hey, Frank. Do y-oh!" Joe exclaimed at seeing his brother and his brother's closest friend in a heated moment. Frank instantly flew to the other side of the bed while Phil froze in shock.
"I-uh-sorry..I'll just, uh yeah." Joe stammered, retreating out of the room, blushing furiously. Frank sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. No one really knew about this thing between him and Phil. They weren't keeping it a secret, but they weren't exactly handing out flyers about their relationship. Frank's attention was drawn to the dark haired boy who started laughing.
"Dude! Its not funny," Frank scowled, playfully hitting Phil's arm.
"Yes it is. You're brother just walked in on us. Think he's scarred now?" Phil asked voice filled with amusement. Frank sighed and pecked Phil on the lips.
"Probably. I'm going to go find him and talk to him. Wish me luck."
"Dude. You've faced down thugs, been kidnapped and thrown in dangerous situations left and right and Joe walking in on us got you all nervous?" Phil said succumbing to another bout of laughter. Frank sighed at his boyfriend, before grabbing his discarded shirt and going in search for his brother. He's just lucky his dad and Aunt aren't home.