Chapter 12: Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go
"I just know I'm forgetting something." Frank mused as he zipped up his garment bag and hung it on the closet door. It was the Sunday morning before Frank was to depart for New Orleans later that afternoon, and he was trying to finish up his packing. Frank was always one to make lists and double check after himself, Phil knew his fiancée was a just a born worrier.
"Saline. Spare set of contacts. Glasses in glass case. Meds. Vamp blood." Phil ticked off things Frank needed on a daily basis.
"I'm good to go on my toiletries. I've checked that twice…" Phil walked up behind Frank and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Then maybe you're missing this." Phil whispered in his fiancée's ear as he brought his other hand around to present Frank with a small velvet box.
"Ah. What's this?" Frank asked bemusedly. He allowed Phil to open the box for him with the raven haired boy's arms still in front of him.
"This is evening things up." he said as he revealed the silver and emerald bracelet with the same intricate scrollwork that was on the one Phil wore on his left wrist.
"You lost your bracelet months ago but I never got around to getting you another. After you proposed I put in an order to get a replacement. And I had to take the time to include a little bit of… insurance… before I could give it to you."
"Phillip Cohen you hopeless romantic. Did you put a tracking device in my jewelry again?" Frank smirked and turned to kiss Phil's cheek. Phil pulled the bracelet out of the box and opened the clasp.
"Indeed I did, in mine too. I even developed an app so you and I can check in on each other from our smart phones. It's still in beta, but I got Biff and Amy to download it to their phones in case they lose track of you, as if that would happen." Phil explained.
"I'm going to sit in on a seminar about the legalities of using GPS tracking in private investigations, and here I am wearing a tracking device on me." But Frank smiled as he said it and turned in Phil's arms to kiss him properly. "But I know it's because you love me. Thank you Phil, it's just as beautiful as the one before."
"Look at the inscription." Frank turned over the center link and gazed at the unfamiliar words.
"An Ghrá mór I do shaol. You are the love of my life in Scot-Gaelic. I asked your dad about your Hardy ancestry, and he said your branch of the family was Scottish. So since you paid tribute to my heritage on my bracelet, I thought I'd do the same for you." Phil watched the emotion that filled Frank's face as he admired the bracelet.
"Well you hit the nail on the head, because you are the love of my life Phillip." Frank cupped his fiancée's face in his hands and softly brushed his lips over Phil's. They were soft and so warm, Frank loved the feel of Phil's lips. Their plump fullness begged to be kissed, and the brunette relished in their softness as he nipped Phil's lower one lightly.
"Mmm… Frank, what time are Buddy and Biff coming to pick us up?"
"Twelve thirty, gives us time to fight traffic and get our bags checked. Why?"
"Then I think that gives us several hours for a little more "quality time." What do you say?" Phil smiled devilishly and squeezed Frank's firm buttocks.
"Oh G-d, I thought you'd never ask!" Phil hoisted Frank up and the older Hardy wrapped his legs around raven haired boy's narrow waist. Phil walked them over to the bed, their lips never breaking contact as they kissed. They tumbled onto the bed and Frank grabbed Phil by the collar of his shirt and brought his mouth back down to his, forcing his tongue in to explore and relish in the wet sweetness. Phil broke away a moment later, panting.
"Babe, let's slow down. We're going to be away from each other for almost a week…" Frank could almost hear Phil's thoughts.
"Let's make it last? Yeah, I agree. I want to still feel you, still feel where you've been inside me while I'm in New Orleans."
"Fuck Frank! You're going to kill me talking like that." Phil sat up and pulled his shirt off. "I wanted to wait and try something different after you got back, but I guess we can try it out now." Frank propped up on his elbows to watch as Phil leaned over to his bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. He withdrew a narrow cardboard box with flashy black and silver writing.
"Holy crap! Did you buy a sex toy?" Frank's eyes widened as Phil opened the box and presented a small, silver bullet tethered to a black and silver remote.
"If you're not up for it, we don't have to use it." Phil hedged. He had worried Frank wouldn't go for it, but as Frank stared at the toy with bright eyes, Phil teasingly put the item back in the box.
"No, um, let's give it a go." Frank put his hand on Phil's wrist. "How do you work it?"
Phil put the egg-shaped bullet in Frank's hand and flipped the switch on the remote, slowly rolling the button that controlled the intensity of the vibrations.
"Oh fuck! That's gonna feel crazy! Do you lube it first?"
"Of course. So, do you wanna try it?" Phil leaned forward and eased Frank back down to a prone position, his eyes raking hungrily over Frank's still clothed body.
"G-d yes!" Frank grabbed the hem of his polo shirt and arched his body to pull it off. Phil moaned at the sight of Frank's toned chest and abs. Phil got off the bed and removed his own pants and underwear, rejoining a now naked Frank on the bed.
Phil lied down beside his fiancée and traced the lines of his face with his fingertips. Frank instinctively closed his eyes, and relaxed into his lover's exploration of his skin, his cheek bones, the bridge of his nose, his lips, and Adam's apple. Phil nipped at Frank's jaw and worked his way along to his lips. Frank opened for him and let his strong tongue delve in to massage and stroke against his own.
Frank wrapped his arms around Phil's shoulders and pulled him so that most of his body was on top of him. Phil's hands continued to explore Frank's collarbone and chest, trailing down to tease at Frank's navel. Frank's hands were busy too, one was working Phil's hair product loose, freeing his black wavy hair. The other traced over the lines of Phil's muscled back and shoulder blades.
Phil's fingers teased at the skin of Frank's hardening cock, and his lover gasped in response.
"You've always been so sensitive." Phil whispered, and began nuzzling Frank's neck, licking and kissing down the tendon to the junction of his neck and shoulder, where he knew Frank loved to be kissed. He ran his hand down further and cupped Frank's balls, pulling gently and massaging the sensitive area behind them with his index and middle fingers. Frank spread his legs apart further to allow Phil more access. Phil continued to rub and reach back further, teasing Frank and drawing out groans and gasps.
"Yesss Phil, touch me." Frank hissed as the teasing became too much. His skin was beginning to tingle with the anticipation of what was to come. Finally Phil released him and Frank heard the snap of the lube being opened. Phil sat up to tend to the lubing of the toy and then the quiet hum of the bullet's first setting could be heard.
"This may be a little too cool, but it should warm up quick, okay Baby?" He kissed Frank before he let him reply, and pressed the quivering toy to the tight pink skin. Frank yelped and cried out at the initial intrusion. Certainly not from pain, but the odd and yet stimulating sensation that jolted through his body.
"Fu…Phil." Frank grabbed the sheets on either side of his body to anchor himself and spread his legs wider as he pushed his hips upward to grant Phil and the toy more room to work. The slick vibrating toy against his hole was easily accepted and his body greedily clenched around it until the silver bullet was swallowed up. Frank dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his entire lower body up.
"GAH! AHHH! Fuck Phil! This is….!" Frank cried out and Phil pressed his hands down on Frank's hips to regain some form of control.
"Hang on Baby, let me just…" Phil followed the bullet with a slicked finger until it was placed just right, next to Frank's prostate, and Frank's hips jerked upward violently.
"SHIT! Oh G-d!" Frank grabbed Phil by the shoulders and pulled him down so they were chest to chest. He grabbed the loosened curls at Phil's crown and tugged with each pulse of the bullet. Phil sought Frank's mouth again and swallowed up ever grunt, groan and gasp.
"I'm gonna come!" Frank nearly screamed as he broke away from their lip lock.
"Not yet you're not." Phil lowered the setting on the bullet and Frank sighed and then whined at the loss.
A new sensation replaced it as Phil bent down to lick the bead of pre-come that had formed at Frank's tip. Phil kept one hand on Frank's hip and the other on the remote as he licked and teased, then swallowed Frank's cock down to the hilt. Frank could feel his head brush the soft tissue at the back of Phil's throat. His fiancée hummed around his cock and turned up the setting on the bullet simultaneously. Frank yelped and drew his knees up reflexively, the dual sensation of the toy and Phil blowing him sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body and limbs. Behind his tightly shut eyes he could imagine himself on the edge of a cliff, and a sea of heat and pleasure beckoning him to dive in.
Phil could feel Frank's body tensing and he released him and turned off the toy.
"What're you…?"
"You're not coming without me." Phil was doing his damnedest not to come then and there. Every sound that Frank uttered sent his heart racing. He loved making Frank fall apart, and it was a sight that only he was privy to seeing. The rest of the world got straight-laced Mr. Logic and Reason. But this side of Frank was Phil's and Phil's alone.
He slowly withdrew the bullet and Frank hissed as it left his body. Phil slicked up his cock and took the plunge in a fluid movement. He heard Frank hiss again, but it was quickly followed by a deep, throaty groan. Frank's muscles squeezed around Phil's cock as he adjusted to the fullness.
"Phil… move baby…" he said finally. Phil hooked one of Frank's ankles over his shoulder and kissed the inside of his leg. Frank shivered at the touch and Phil rolled his hips, pulling out a little and then pushing back in. He wanted to make it last, wanted to stretch out this moment and this feeling.
"Damn Baby, you feel… fuck you feel so good. Yeah…" He drove in again, a little firmer this time. Oh, this wasn't going to last long at all, but it couldn't be helped. Frank just looked so damned sexy, and his clenching around Phil's cock was sending an electrical pulse into his pelvis and up his spine. He looked at Frank's face, whose mouth was slack from panting and moaning, his chocolate brown eyes were heavy-lidded, but they were looking straight back at Phil. Phil couldn't help but smile back as he returned Frank's gaze.
"I love you Phillip." Frank said quietly. Phil's breath caught in his throat as it tightened. He and Frank had said they loved each other hundreds of times at this point. But in this moment, with their souls bared as naked as their bodies, Phil could feel every ounce of love that Frank had put into those words.
"And I love you." He bent down and captured Frank's lips with his own. Phil felt Frank's long legs wrap around his waist and draw him closer in. The new angle was perfect for hitting that most pleasurable spot inside the brunette, and Frank felt himself free-fall from that precipice he'd been teetering from. Phil saw his fiancée's face screw up as ecstasy overcame him, and he instantly felt Frank tighten down around him, pulsating and igniting his own orgasm. His hips lost control as his rhythm faltered, and the sound of harsh breathing and skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. With one last thrust Phil collapsed onto Frank's chest, not giving a crap about the mess between them or the cum leaking from Frank's ass as Phil's cock relaxed and he withdrew from Frank.
Frank opened his eyes sometime later still feeling boneless and relaxed. He looked over at the alarm clock, eleven o'clock. He and Phil still had time to get a shower and redress before Biff and Buddy arrived.
"Phil, Hon…"
"Mmm?"
"Phillip, we need to get showers and change the sheets. We've got a little over an hour." He nudged Phil's shoulder, but that only caused Phil to shift and pull Frank tighter into his embrace. The raven haired man was spooned up against Frank, with the brunette's head resting on his bicep. Frank laid there a moment more and sighed. His left hand sought out Phil's and he threaded his fingers between his lover's fingers. The sunlight that played through the sheer curtains caught the silver of their bracelets and for a second Frank swore he had a moment of déjà vu. But he shook his head and twisted in Phil's embrace to try to rouse him again.
….
Phil could feel tears begin to sting his eyes as he hugged Frank one last time at Penn Station. He heard Frank sniff as they broke apart and could see his fiancée's eyes turning red as well.
"Phillip honey, don't cry." Frank soothed as he caressed his cheek. Phil chuckled dryly.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
"I know." Frank said intuitively. He looked over at Biff and Buddy and burst out laughing. Biff's face was red with embarrassment as he glanced around warily at the attention his friends were getting with their public display of affection. Buddy on the other hand, standing there in his tight t-shirt that showed off his muscled form and sporting his military style haircut, looked like he was going to melt then and there at the tender display.
"Oh hush, you two are just too cute." Buddy smiled as he turned his head to clear something imaginary from his eyes.
"Biff, thanks for going with Frank. I really appreciate it." Phil held out his hand to shake Biff's.
"No prob. You have fun bunking with this one at the farm." Biff replied.
"Buddy, I can't thank you enough for looking after Phil this coming week. It means the world to me." Frank said as he addressed Biff's cousin.
"Fuhgit about it Frank. You have a good seminar, Phil will be fine. Between me, the shrimp, the twins and Stanley's pack he's in good hands." Buddy returned Frank's handshake and turned to his cousin. "You be safe and stay on your toes."
"You too, Bud." Biff gave his older cousin a brotherly hug and looked to Frank. "You ready to board?"
"I guess if we have to." Frank stole another kiss from Phil. "Love you."
"I love you too."
"And I love every frickin' body. Let's get this show on the road!" Biff said impatiently waving his train ticket.
Phil and Buddy stood on the platform watching as Frank and Biff boarded. They walked down the length of the train looking at the windows until he finally found the car Frank and Biff entered. Frank turned around and waved. The windows on the Viewliner didn't open, but Frank opened the vent below.
"So how are the accommodations?" Phil called up.
"Not bad. I think I can put up with Biff in here until tomorrow night." Frank smiled. A loud whistle pierced the air and there were several final calls for boarding. Frank pressed his hand to the glass and Phil reached up as high as he could to meet it.
"I'll call or text you before bed." Frank said. Biff sat down in his seat rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he unfurled the complimentary newspaper a member of the crew gave him as he entered the bedroom suite.
"Sir, you need to step away from the car." A man in a security uniform stated as he walked past Phil and the other well-wishers seeing off their loved ones.
"Sure." Phil said. He stepped back behind the yellow line painted on the cement platform. The train lurched once and then slowly began to roll out of the station. The station was too crowded for any romantic attempts of running after the train until he got to the end of the platform. So Phil stood there until he could no longer see Frank's face, and the train itself became a silver and blue spot in the distance.
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Author's Note:
You didn't think I'd let Frank leave for NOLA without at least one more sex scene did you? Of course not!
If you're curious about the type of accommodations Frank and Biff are enjoying on the train, I invite you to check out Amtrak's website and look up the Viewliner's sleeping accommodations, they're in a four adult bedroom suite. I'm a bit nostalgic about the Crescent as that was the train my husband and I took to New Orleans on our honeymoon years ago (three years before the devastation of Hurricane Katrina).