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He looks sleepy. His hair is frizzy, messy and all over the place. His lips are bruised. He's breaths are short and muffled by the bed pillow he's breathing into. His eyes are barely open and he can see sleep tugging a them moment to moment. He's smirking, biting the corner of his lip, before he runs his tongue over the bottom one and moans. Then, he rolls over, almost mockingly.
"Jack?" the one standing in the doorway is kind of frightened. He's afraid of losing him. He's always been afraid of losing him. Yet, that doesn't seem to matter. Jack seems calm. Calmer than he's every saw him before, "Jack?" he repeats, pulling on his boxers and taking a swig of the beer in his hand, "Jack–"
"What?" he finally rolls back over, a little agitated. Not really though. He couldn't honestly be angry or agitated with the blonde.
"When do I get to meet them?"
"Who?"
"Your family,"
Frankie's been sleeping with Jack for a few months and he hasn't met his family. He hasn't met his family and nor has he gotten more than tidbits of time with him, snuck in between his life and Jacks. He imagines that it isn't how it should go. Their lives should be somewhat interconnected.
"You met my mom,"
"You didn't even tell her we were dating," he says it in a way that tells Jack that it's been on his mind for a long time. He says it too quick. As if he were just waiting for the moment it would come up so he could throw it in Jack's face.
"Are we dating?" Jack mumbles, not really meaning it. It just feels cheesy saying that they're boyfriends. First of, Jack isn't gay. If it's one thing that's been clear to him it's that. Second off, they aren't little school girls toting hand-made valentines.
Frankie looks kind of hurt. He finds Jack's pants and pulls the cigarette carton out, stealing one.
He lights it and takes a drag, rolling his head back and around, massaging his temples in the mean time.
"You introduced me as a friend–"
"You are a friend,"
"You might as well introduced me as the one you were fucking. That would've been closer to the truth," he hisses, standing and pulling on Jack's pants even if they're too small.
Jack doesn't stand up. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't tell him that they aren't children and that they should lay down some rules, even though that's what he's thinking. And Frankie will come back an hour later with Chinese and he'll find Jack watching a some old comedy movie and they'll eat and talk as if it never happened.
Frankie, because he knows that it could be the argument that would send Jack away and Jack, because he really does care about Frankie even if he believes otherwise.
Either way, they'll stay "friends" for a long time.