Notes: So, this one's a little bit longer with a bit more story and a bit more Jane and Maura. But, it's still Frostie at its core.
Equus
"Please go," Jane begged, pacing around Frankie's apartment. "Please!" She was practically groveling.
Frankie scratched his head and drew out the agony a little bit longer, it was kind of fun watching his sister beg, after all.
"Because if you don't go," Jane stopped and stared at him full on, "Maura's gonna invite Ma and Korsak. And I really don't want to spend my off day with Ma and Korsak. Nor the next week hearing about how sore they are."
Frankie laughed and took a swig of his bear, "Alright, alright, I'll go. But, Tommy's working so who's gonna be the fourth?"
Jane shrugged, "I was thinking Frost maybe, unless you got a better idea?"
The lecherous smile was just about to spread across his face but Frankie caught it and composed himself. "Uh, Frost. Yeah, sure. That should be…interesting," he snorted and let out a little chuckle.
"Thank you little brother, I owe you!" Jane flopped onto the sofa next to him and propped her feet on his coffee table. She stared ahead and caught sight of the empty space on the bookshelf to the left of the television. One eyebrow quirked up as she took a sip of her own beer, "Wasn't Guardian Chogokin up there?"
The question caught him completely off guard and Frankie choked on a swig of his beer, sputtering Sam Adams back into the bettle, "Uh...yeah. Was. Lost a…bet…to Frost."
Oh. My. God. Frankie stared in the mirror and cupped his balls, shifting them one way and then the other as his face pinched and crinkled on one side. "I don't know about this," he said as he exited the fitting room with a bow legged swagger John Wayne would have killed for. "Are you sure we have to wear these?"
Jane snickered as she watched her brother continue to adjust himself.
"Yeah, ahem, I mean…" Frost emerged from his fitting room with a matching look of concern as he looked down, "Can't we just wear jeans?"
"We're riding English," Jane whispered, waiting for it.
Maura poked her head out over a rack of riding clothes, "Oh, certainly not, we're riding English." She walked up with some riding attire slung over her arm. "The English saddle requires much closer leg contact than a western saddle. I have found that riding, even of moderate intensity in denim can leave one prone to very uncomfortable saddle sores."
"Wouldn't want those," Jane jabbed out of the corner of her mouth with a wink at her little brother.
Frankie looked at Frost and Frost looked at Frankie as they both cleared their throats, "No, no, wouldn't want that," they both agreed.
"But, I mean…are tights really necessary?" Frost put his hands on his hips and swirled his pelvis, shaking out one leg in a very undignified attempt to free up parts that weren't particularly used to such tight apparel.
"Jodhpurs, Barry," Jane whispered with a snicker.
"I heard that," Maura chastised, "But, Jane is correct, they are called jodhpurs, not tights. And they are the most appropriate attire for our excursion."
Frankie, Frost and Jane's mouths all dropped as they turned on the drive to Cedarbrooke Estate. Sometimes it was easy to forget that there were actually people that were richer than Maura, in this case those people were friends of Maura's, or Maura's mother at least. The paved drive cut through perfectly manicured pasture on each side and was lined with sprawling oak trees that created a shaded canopy from the main road all the way to the house. If they didn't know they were just a little ways outside of Boston it would have been easy to mistake Cedarbrooke for an old southern plantation.
"I will get to ride the horse, not saddle and lead your horses, right?" Frost quipped, earning a chuckle from Jane and Frankie.
Maura scrunched her nose, "Well, of course Barry, that's why were here, to exercise the McPhillips' horses while they're away."
"No, I meant, it's…very…Gone with the Wind…Mammy don't know nothin' bout riding no horses…nevermind," he gave up.
The stable hand had been called in advance and as they made their way into the small ten-stall barn, the McPhillips' four Dutch Warmbloods were already waiting in the cross ties, groomed and saddled. Maura strode confidently up to the red chestnut mare that was first in line and offered her some sugar cubes she had stashed in her pocket.
"Hello, Bijou, long time no see," Maura smiled as the mare's lips quivered delicately over her palm deftly removing the sugar cubes, her ears forward and alert as she lifted her nose to nuzzle Maura's face. Maura ran her hands down the horse's cheeks as they exchanged a few soft breaths to reacquaint themselves. "That's a good girl. You remember me."
A dapple grey mare in the next cross tie began to whinny jealously and paw at the concrete. Maura smiled and motioned for Jane to join her. "Jane, this is Whisper, you'll be riding her." She reached in her pocket for more sugar cubes and held them out to Jane, marveling at how hesitant her girlfriend seemed to be. "Jane!" Maura said with an amazed smile, "I thought you always wanted a horse; are you afraid of them?"
"Jesus, Maura! That thing's huge!" Jane stepped forward slowly, eyes wide and in awe of the creature in front of her. She felt the sugar being forced into her hand and then Maura thrusting her palm under the horse's nose.
"Open your hand, Jane, flat like I did. She's not going to bite you. Whisper is very well-mannered." Maura felt Jane relax as the horse delicately removed the treats with her lips. "Very good, you two get acquainted while I introduce Frankie and Barry to their mounts."
On the other side of the row were two additional cross ties and two more horses. A bay gelding so dark he appeared almost completely black in the low light of the barn stood in one and a blood bay mare stood in the ties next to him. Maura walked up to the gelding and gave him a firm pat on the neck.
"Frankie, this is Clancy…"
"Pfft," Frost laughed, "Clancy?"
"And Barry," Maura approached the mare and stroked the white blaze that ran from the center of her head all the way to her nose, "This is Pumpkin."
"Yeah," Frankie quipped, "Pumpkin, so much cooler than Clancy."
Cedarbrooke shared sprawling trails with neighboring estates that they kept cleared and well maintained, save for the occasional intended jumping obstacle. Maura was familiar with most of the trails, having explored them many times over the years with her mother's friend Charlene McPhillips and on the occasions she came to the estate alone. She had selected yellow trail for the day. It was one of the less taxing rides in terms of natural obstacles and it ended in a small grassy clearing that was perfect for a picnic lunch.
"How you doing up there, Frost?" Frankie called out from behind him.
"Oh, Pumpkin and I, I think we're getting along just fine," Frost leaned forward and gave the mare a soft pat on the neck. Horseback riding wasn't as difficult as he had thought it would be, they mostly walked but in a few open places Maura had encouraged them to try out a trot and had instructed them in how to post in order to minimize the bounce. "You?"
"Well," Frankie laughed, "I think Clancy and I were made for each other, we'll be ready for the Derby in no time."
Maura and Jane chuckled as they looked at each other before Maura turned in her saddle to look back at Frankie, "Clancy is a Dutch Warmblood, not a Thoroughbred, so he's not exactly flat racing material. He is however, a very accomplished Class A Hunter Jumper. Perhaps the next jumping obstacle we'd come to you'd like to test him out?"
Frankie cleared his throat, "Umm, no, no, I think…this pace is good. We're good, right Clance?" The horse snorted and bobbed his head. Frankie wasn't sure if the animal was agreeing with him or joining in Maura's jest.
Once in the clearing, Maura and Jane set to spreading out the blankets and food they had packed in. The horse thing wasn't so bad after all. Frankie stood with Clancy and stroked his neck as the horse grazed on the long grass by the hitching post that had been erected in the field. He glanced behind him where Frost was leaning against Pumpkin's shoulder, watching him.
"I'll say one thing for the jodhpurs," Frost said quietly, making sure he was out of earshot of Jane and Maura, "it's not a bad view from the back."
Frankie's eyes traveled down from where Frost was licking his lips, over the sweat stains on his shirt and lower, "Yeah, it's not a bad view from the front either."
They walked back over to the now set up picnic area, "Be cool," Frankie whispered.
Frost arched an eyebrow, "Man, who are you talking to?"
"Hey," Frankie stopped, hands on his hips. Look cool. Look nonchalant. Everybody has to pee, totally believable. "Uh, nature calls. Frost and I are just gonna," he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, "hit the woods…out of sight."
"Ok," Jane eyed him incredulously, "You waiting on a hall pass or something?"
When they were sure they were far enough in the woods to be out of sight, Frost pounced, pulling his polo over his head to reveal his chocolate skin glistening with perspiration as he back Frankie into the nearest tree. "On the way back," he growled in between assaulting kisses, "I get to ride behind and check your ass out the whole way."
"Deal," Frankie smirked, catching the fullness of Frost's lower lip between his teeth and nibbling as he sucked. "Fuck, your lips…" he gasped as Frost forcefully thrust his tongue against Frankie's, eliciting a moan.
"Yeah? You like 'em?" Frost husked as he moved to Frankie's neck, tasting the salt that had accumulated there from the hours in the sun and the last vestiges of cologne that remained. He loved the smell of Frankie's cologne, fresh and airy, always crisp and almost understated. That scent alone could arouse him when Frankie walked by at headquarters. There had been more than one daydream of ripping off his duty uniform and taking him on a desk in an empty bullpen. "Where do you want 'em?"
Frankie pulled Frost flush against him and ground his erection against the man in his arms; his motions were met with the evidence of Frost's own desire. "We can't be gone too long." Frankie cautioned.
Frost consumed Frankie's mouth once more in a hungry battle of lips and tongue before dropping to his knees and wasting no time. Frankie was right after all.
He stroked the shaft of Frankie's cock, teased it to full erection and then wrapped his lips around the head, rolling his tongue around the circumference and then flicking across the tip. Working the base with his hand he began to suck, drawing Frankie's hard cock several inches into his mouth and then slowly and with resistance letting it slide almost all the way out. He loved it when Frankie wrapped his hands around his head, fingers tightening in his scalp as he neared his climax, the way he couldn't resist thrusting those last few seconds before his muscles contracted and he went stiff as he came, the moan of pleasure bubbling out in rapid gasps for air.
Maura stopped at the top of hill and looked down, her eyes growing wide as her hand flew to her mouth. She blinked, opened her eyes again sure it was a hallucination, but Frost was still on his knees, Frankie's pants still around his ankles with moans of ecstasy dripping from his mouth. She turned, stepping quietly to avoid being seen and hurried back to the clearing.
"Find 'em?" Jane asked as she finished slicing an apple.
"Um," Maura paused, hand once again covering her mouth as she tried to think. She held up a finger and started to speak but closed her mouth tightly.
"Maura?" Jane stood, stepping in front of her girlfriend, watching as the red rash indicative of an attempt to lie began to creep up her neck. "Jesus, you look like you've seen a ghost…"
"More disconcerting than that," Maura let slip, again clamping her hand over her mouth in the least subtle method of avoidance possible.
"Maura, what the hell is going on?" Jane cupped Maura's face with one hand and pulled the collar of her shirt back to reveal the rash.
"I shouldn't…"
"Maura!"
"I think I just saw Frost performing fellatio on your brother," the words spilled out at breakneck speed and Maura gasped as soon as she said them and held her breath as her eyes slammed shut in expectation of Jane's total freakout.
"Frost was performing wha…" Jane stopped, her mouth dropping wide open as her eyebrows inched higher and higher, "He was giving Frankie a blowjob!" Her voice upped in pitch so high it cracked on the last word. Maura opened one eye and nodded.
She could hear the vocalizations before she even got to the crest of the hill. Oh God, Frankie's a moaner. Jane wasn't sure whether to be angry, grossed out…or happy for her brother and partner. At the moment, she was a little bit of all three. She had to see this for herself. Maybe, just maybe Maura was wrong. There could be another explanation. Frankie got it stuck after taking a piss. That happens to dudes, right? Frost was just…lending a helping hand.
Jane crept up to the edge of the hill, hiding behind a tree, but when she looked out it wasn't Frost giving Frankie head, it was Frankie on his knees in front of Frost.
Frankie gripped the flesh of Frost's ass tighter as Frost continued to muss his hair and thrust his cock mercilessly as far into Frankie's mouth as the receiving man would allow. Frost groaned loudly as he came, his back arching off the tree as the building arousal from the day's ride was finally sated.
Wiping his mouth, Frankie stood and pulled Frost into a tender kiss. The urgency of their desires having been met their lips melted together in subdued passion. Frankie pressed his cock to Frost's as he felt the other man's hands caress softly through the sweat down the center of his back. "Spend the night at my place tonight," Frankie whispered as they pulled apart.
So busted, Jane thought. "If you two are done with appetizers, lunch is ready," she called out from the hill, smirking as a string of obscenities slurred out from the two men as they tripped and hopped trying to pull their pants up and find cover.
"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything," Jane mused as Maura curled into her side on the blanket and rested her head on Jane's chest.
"Calling them out might have been insensitive, Jane," Maura snaked her hand under Jane's shirt and caressed her taut abdomen, lazily fingering the remaining scar tissue from the shooting. "They're probably mortified at having been caught."
"He's my brother," Jane countered, running her fingers through Maura's hair. "It's my job to give him a hard time. Besides, given our relationship, I'm a little offended he didn't feel like he could tell me."
Maura propped herself up on her elbow and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Jane's pouting lips, "Did it occur to you that perhaps Barry was the one not comfortable with exposing their relationship?" Jane bit her lip as she shook her head no. "You should apologize."
"Yeah," Jane nodded.
Maura settled back down under Jane's arm, "Here they come."
Frankie's lips were pursed in a thin line, his face red, he looked over his shoulder as Frost split off and went to stand with the horses. He took a seat on the blanket facing his sister and wrapped his arms around his legs.
"Frankie…I'm sorry," Jane started. "I shouldn't have embarrassed you like that. That was a real…asshole thing to do."
"Yeah, it was," Frankie agreed. "But, Frost and I…we're not…in a relationship. We…we just…"
"Little brother," Jane reached out her hand and waited for Frankie to take it, "It's really not my business. Unless you and Frost want it to be my business."
Frankie nodded, "Frost, um…thinks that you're gonna hate him now."
"Jesus," Jane rolled her eyes, "Men are so sensitive." She smiled as Maura giggled against her neck. "Frost! Get your ass over here and enjoy this picnic!" Jane yelled. "God, you two act like you're the first two people on earth that ever got caught having sex."
"Oh?" Frankie arched his eyebrow and laughed as he lay down on the blanket.
"Let's just say," Jane gave Maura's shoulder a squeeze, "That Maura and I had the misfortune of introducing Ma to her first strap on."
"Oh, man, right when I walk back over here?" Frost put up his hand and shook his head. He sat down next to Frankie and looked off across the empty field. "So, Jane, we uh, ahem…" he cleared his throat, "We cool, right?"
"Yeah Frost, we're cool," Jane smiled. "I mean, compared to the women Frankie usually…"
"Janie!" Frankie pointed and looked at her sternly.
Frost looked over his shoulder at Frankie, how he was relaxed and sprawled on the blanket. "Cool," he muttered to himself, easing down to prop his head on Frankie's stomach.