Notes:

If you've decided to continue reading, I thank you. I truly find this couple to be amazing, and I can't believe that there's basically no fics out there (besides on wattpad). I hope this, or something else, can inspire you to write one of your own.

Chapter Two:

Frankie loves the HoH room, specifically the bed. He vows to be in here as often as possible, even when its not his room anymore.

He and Caleb talk about forming a six guy alliance with Devin, Derrick, Cody, and Zach. He's a little hesitant on Zach because he's a wild card and he could blow up at any moment.

"A wild card is exactly what we need." Frankie says, more to himself than the cowboy.

Caleb grins, "Great. Let's get 'em up here."

And that's how Frankie ends up in a room with Zach as he tries not to stare at the brunette. Zach, on the other hand, does no such thing. He openly looks at the blonde, but always looks away before anyone notices.

This is going to be the worst thing to ever happen to him.

"Devin brought two girls into the alliance."

Scratch that. Devin is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

Frankie blinks the sleep away from his eyes as he blankly stares at Derrick.

"What?"

"When we were all sleeping last night, Devin told Amber and Christine everything. So now we have an eight person alliance." Caleb explains.

Frankie groans, "Its to damn early for this bullshit."

"Its nine." Derrick says.

The blonde glares at him as he gets out of his bed, "Whatever. Did someone already make coffee?"

"Yeah. Amber did a few minutes ago." Caleb replies.

"Make sure Amber knows how much I love her right now." Frankie says as he heads to the bathroom.

Derrick chuckles and agrees to the task, "I'll pour you a cup as I gather the Bomb Squad to tell them."

"Great."

Frankie rubs his temples. The whole Devin situation is making his head hurt. He grabs his lemonade off the kitchen counter and heads outside, hoping fresh air while help with the throbbing in his head. The air is cool against his warm skin. It feels good, but not as good as the soft blanket he wraps around himself when he sits on the couch.

He pulls his knees up against his chest and slowly nurses his drink. A few people stop by to talk to him, nobody stays long. Well, nobody except Victoria.

" .. and in was like, oh my god, no way! .. "

That's at least the fifty millionth time she's said that. In all honesty, Frankie has absolutely no idea what she is even talking about.

"Victoria, I'm going to need you to go bye bye so I can talk to Frankie." Zach demands.

Frankie watches in astonishment as Victoria silently disappears. Zach takes her place and stares at him.

"How did you do that?" Frankie asks. He hasn't had his mind blown like this since Justin Bieber hinted at a duet with his sister.

Zach raises his eyebrows, "I .. uh. Told her to leave?"

Frankie just stares for a minute longer before just shaking his head, "Okay. What is it that you wanted?"

The brunette frowns, "You look upset and i wanted to see what was wrong."

"The whole Devin thing is giving me a headache. I took an aspirin but it hasn't kicked in yet." Frankie replies, "And its kind of cold out here."

In the hour he's been sitting outside, his headache had been reduced to dull throb and the heat had left his body.

"You're cold?"

"Are you making fun of me?"

Zach gives him a look, "I was just going to ask if you wanted to cuddle. That's it."

Frankie blinks, "Really?"

"Yes really. Unless you don't want to."

He shouldn't. This could be the start of something very, very bad.

Frankie stretches his legs across the younger man's lap, resting his head on his shoulder.

Zach wraps his arms around the blonde, "You have nothing to worry about."

"Hm?"

"With Devin," he explains, "We'll get him out as soon as possible. Even if he wins HoH, he won't put you up. Not that anyone would vote you out."

Frankie looks up at him through his lashes, "When did you become Mr." Serious?"

Zach smirks, "I just don't want you to worry or anything."

"I'm not worried, just frustrated." Frankie says.

Derrick looks at them weird as he walks over, but he starts talking strategy instead of questioning them.

He's completely warm by the time Derrick leaves, and his right leg is starting to cramp. But he can't bring himself to move.

This is going to be bad in the long run, but he honestly doesn't care. Zach smells to good.

Notes:

If you read through this whole chapter, I appreciate it. Thank you. Any and all feedback would be welcomed :)