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It had rained most of the day, so by the time Matt goes out for the evening the air feels clean and cold, and the rooftops are scattered with puddles. It also makes it a bit easier to hear when somebody joins him up on the rooftops. A few buildings ahead of him Matt catches Frank, a hot, angry beacon, absolutely rearing for a fight. Matt slows to make an assessment but doesn’t stop completely. Frank is armed a mild amount for him: one weapon on his ankle, the other on his hip. He’s got some cuts and bruises, probably from a fistfight. It takes Matt one rooftop to realize that Frank is probably here for him, that he’s the one Frank wants to fight, among other things. So, Matt keeps up his slow pace and feigns being distracted. If their paths cross and Frank leaves him be, Matt will know he’s wrong. Still, the closer he gets, the more excited Matt feels. He’s been itching for a good fight tonight, and he can feel that Frank is ready to pull no punches. And of course he’s excited for what comes after the fight.
When Matt leaps onto the roof Frank is inhabiting he keeps walking at his normal pace. He’s halfway across it when Frank emerges, landing the first hit on the arm Matt holds up to block him. Matt gets Frank’s nose, Frank gets Matt’s ribs. Frank knocks Matt off balance, but Matt rolls back onto his feet. He leaves his baton in its holster, but he’s a second too late, feeling Frank grab it and take a swing at him.
“You’re slipping, Red,” Frank says. “Got the drop on you and I got your stick.”
Matt sweeps a leg out from under Frank, making him fall onto his back. Matt doesn’t go for the baton, instead focusing on getting Frank pinned. That’s when their match goes from boxing to wrestling, and if Matt wasn’t excited already he sure is now. Frank lands a couple good punches, including one to his cheek. The only thing that saves Matt is his flexibility. It means he can flip Frank off of himself and pin him and make sure he doesn’t lose balance. One of his knees ends up pinning one of Frank’s thighs, the other pinning the hand that was holding the baton, but has since been dropped. One of Matt’s hands pins Frank’s other arm above his head. The other reaches down and closes around Frank’s throat before Matt realizes what he’s doing.
He’s relieved when that adds to Frank’s excitement. Already they’re both half hard from their roughhousing, and the hand around Frank’s throat just makes him harder.
“I let you get me,” Matt says, looking down from above Frank. “Thought maybe you were looking for me.”
“Yeah? Why the fuck would I be looking for you?” Frank asks. His voice is a rasp with the pressure on his throat. Matt puts on his best, most antagonizing grin, and replies with, “Fuck you, Frank.”
“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”
Matt tightens his grip on Frank’s throat and leans in. “Oh Frankie, you’re gonna have to ask a lot nicer than that.”
There’s a burst of resistance from Frank but Matt still holds him down, keeping him like that. That’s when Matt spots his opening and his hand darts down to grab the gun from Frank’s hip, Frank gasps as the hand leaves his throat. At the sight of the gun his hips twitch, which only brings back Matt’s smirk. Matt plucks the gun off Frank’s ankle and tosses it away, then moves so he’s sitting on Frank’s hips, his ass pressing down on Frank’s bulge.
“No, why would you want to see me? Why at all?” Matt teases.
“You’re such a pain in the ass, Red” Frank grumbles. Matt chuckles harshly.
“You wish,” he says, and stands up, once again pointing the gun at Frank. He doesn’t move, instead staring up at Matt. “Come on, Frank, sit up. You know what’s gonna happen.”
Frank jumps to his feet and reaches for the gun. Matt jumps back and clicks off the safety on the gun, making Frank stop in his tracks and a new round of adrenalin shoot through him. That’s what Frank had been looking for, Matt is sure, since that what stops him
“Now who’s slipping?” Matt asks, and flicks the gun downwards. Frank complies, dropping to his knees and tilting his head back up to look at Matt, which he so often does, even though Matt can’t see into his eyes. Matt lowers the weapon slowly and hears Frank swallow a mouthful of saliva. Frank leans in and places a few kisses against the gun’s muzzle, then closes his mouth around the shaft and slowly starts bobbing his head. Frank palms himself through his jeans with one hand. He wraps his other arm around Matt’s leg, pulling him in closer and also pushing more of the weapon between his teeth.
“Watch it, Frank. Don’t forget whose gun you’re sucking.”
Frank lets out a low moan, and Matt wishes desperately he were already in Frank’s mouth. Frank gets faster, more aggressive, taking as much as he can of the gun before pulling back and licking a few long strips up the side. At one point he grazes Matt’s finger with his tongue, and Matt wishes he weren’t wearing gloves. Then Frank takes it back into his mouth again and bobs his head.
“You turn into such a whore when there’s a gun pointed at you. Hard to imagine you as much of a threat,” Matt says. Frank pulls away the hand on Matt’s leg and hits the top of Matt’s boot. Matt yanks the gun out of Frank’s mouth and slaps him across his face with his left hand. There’s sparks of real anger emanating off of Frank, most of which had died off during their scuffle. Matt is pretty sure it’s the latter half of his comment that had caused that reaction, and keeps that in mind when he next speaks a few moments later.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Frank. I know you’re a whore, and so do you. Why else would you come looking for me?”
Frank shudders and palms himself again, taking away his fleeting anger. That confirms Matt was right, and he makes sure to remember to steer away from those kinds of insults. He steps forward again and stows the gun in the holster where his baton would go. Still, the moment of genuine anger has thrown Matt off kilter.
“Do you want me to leave?” Matt asks. It’s a real question, not a threat.
“No,” Frank says, and rests his hand on top of the foot he’d punched. Matt waits, and Frank waits with him, just in case something needs to change. But they’re both still hard and wanting and Matt reaches the hand that had been holding the gun down, and pushes it into Frank’s hair.
“Then open your mouth,” Matt says. Frank drops his jaw open obediently and Matt takes a moment to free himself. Frank leans in and closes his lips around Matt’s cock with the same vigor as he had with the gun. For a minute Matt lets Frank indulge, then grabs hold of his hair and starts fucking into his mouth. Frank doesn’t gag, but he does pretend to a few times. Matt pretends to let him catch his breath for a few seconds before returning to his relentless pace. The hand that had punched Matt’s foot wanders up his leg and rests on his ass, and that just draws Matt closer in. When he feels he’s ready, Matt pulls Frank off of him. Frank stares up at him and pants, his lips extra hot and swollen.
“Close your mouth,” Matt says, and he does mostly, though his lips are still slightly parted thanks to his heavy breathing. Frank closes his eyes the moment before Matt’s hot cum lands on his cheek and over his nose. Matt takes a deep, dark pleasure in finishing himself on Frank’s face, and in what follows. Matt’s ears are still ringing from his orgasm when he notices Frank sliding Matt’s cum into his mouth. What’s more, Frank doesn’t swallow. He’s also now pulled his cock out of his jeans and is stroking himself with the same ferocity Matt had done to himself moments ago. Matt once again slides a hand into Frank’s hair and laces his fingers in with a tight grip.
“Unbelievable. The big bad Punisher gets off on the taste of cum,” Matt says. This part is a bit nauseating to him, still talking like this after all his sexual energy is spent, but he owes it to Frank to talk him through his own pleasure. So he keeps going, grip tight in Frank’s hair as Frank leans his head against Matt’s thigh while he works himself up.
“Nobody would believe me if I told them,” Matt keeps going. “Makes me wish I had a camera. I bet the world would love the sight of you with a face full of somebody else’s cum.”
Frank holds in a strangled cry as he cums over his hand. Matt loosens his grip in Frank’s hair, gently stroking it instead. He’s a little startled, and a little turned on, when Frank swallows.
They stand there for a minute, both exposed and spent and letting their breathing come back to normal. Then Matt feels Frank take his hand and Matt pulls him back to his feet. Frank’s knees wobble, but even so Matt is impressed Frank can stand after that hard an orgasm. They tuck themselves away, and Matt considers leaning in for a kiss, but Frank walks away to retrieve the gun from his ankle instead.
“Do you need this?” Matt asks, pulling the gun from his baton holster. Frank looks over, first at the gun, then seemingly at the holster. Of course, Matt notices the spike in Frank’s heartrate.
“No,” Frank says. Matt opens his mouth to respond but Frank is already through the rooftop door to the building’s stairs. Matt follows him mentally for a few minutes, as the mixture of excitement and shame wash over Frank. Matt settles on leaving him alone when he realizes there isn’t a trace of anger in Frank at the moment.
Matt comes home at three in the morning, showers, then pulls on a clean pair of underwear and pajama pants. He also takes two aspirin. Then he heads into bed, closes his eyes, and listens to the city as he falls asleep. It’s not comforting, that’s for sure. Really it’s a way of reassuring himself that he’s safe. Which, he’s fairly sure he is, until he senses a figure on the roof of his building. Matt shoots up in bed and bounds halfway to the bedroom door, only to stop when he recognizes Frank. He’s stopped, and is now staring at the roof access door leading into Matt’s apartment. Frank’s pulse quickens. Frank wraps his hand around the doorknob, pauses, then pulls the door open in a single movement. He watches Frank stand at the top of the stairs for another beat too long before slowly walking down the stairs.
“Red? Y’still awake?” Frank says, but only in a normal speaking voice. Matt doesn’t move. Frank walks away from the landing of the stairs to stand in the living room. “Ah, come on Red, I know you’re here.”
Matt feels the excitement building again as he opens his bedroom door and confirms what he’d already known was happening. Frank is there. He doesn’t smell of gunpowder, but the scent of dried blood is stronger than before. So is the scent of sweat, which bolsters the scents of their earlier encounter.
“Frank? Are you okay?” Matt asks. He surprises himself with that being the first thing he asks. Matt doesn’t sense any open wounds or cramped muscles, but he can feel how tense Frank is.
“Yeah, ‘m fine. Just that I...fuck, Red, I’ve still got the taste of you in my mouth, yeah? And it’s driving me crazy. So I’m here to ask. Nicely.”
Matt scrambles mentally before he remembers his comment from earlier in the evening. It was meant to be a taunt, nothing more. But here Frank is, asking for more. It’s a powerful feeling, and it goes straight to Matt’s head. He walks forward until there’s only a few inches between them.
“What do you want?” Matt asks quietly, drawing Frank even further in.
“Fuck me, Red. Fuck me like you mean it.” Frank pauses, his breath hitching before he adds, “Please.”
A display from Frank like this really does things to Matt. It sends blood flowing south fast, but it also makes his heart speed. Fuck me like you mean it.
Matt’s not sure what he’s supposed to mean, but he knows that Frank is trusting that Matt will take care of him. He takes Frank by the hand and leads him into the bedroom, then keeps going into the bathroom. Frank’s steps become unsure, and Matt wants to reassure him. He shuts the door and pulls Frank in, holding him for a few moments before starting to strip off Frank’s clothes. Frank stands still, only moving the ways Matt directs. Then Matt ditches his pajama pants and his underwear, leaving them both equally exposed. Frank holds onto him in a way Matt would find unfathomable if he didn’t know Frank so well. He keeps a hold on Matt as they step into the shower, and Matt turns the water to as hot as either of them can stand. The room fills with steam and seems to bring them even closer together.
The first thing Matt does is wash Frank’s hair. He reaches up and lather’s Frank’s hair, and drags his nails lightly over his scalp, making him moan softly. Then Matt guides him under the water’s stream to rinse. Matt keeps the same tenderness as he soaps up the rest of Frank’s body, feeling satisfied as the presence of dried blood is replaced with the clean slip of soap. Frank continues to move his body as directed, lifting his arms, his legs, occasionally chuckling when Matt teases his nipples or crotch under the guise of cleaning him. Matt answers those laughs with a few soft, wet kisses. Frank’s arms remain around him in some way or another, holding onto him. Matt finally understands why when they step out of the shower and Frank grasps in the direction of the towel rack but can’t find it. He understands then that they’d been doing this all in the dark for Frank, which makes Matt feel a bit embarrassed, but also a bit touched. Matt plucks the towel off the rack and runs it over Frank’s skin. The scent of blood is mostly gone from his skin, instead washed down the drain. Frank’s skin smells of water and soap and the lingering scent of coffee and bodily fluids remains on his breath. And then there’s the faint scent of arousal that’s coming off his skin, which leads to more kisses. Matt walks backwards out of the room, letting Frank be the one walking forward as they go from the bathroom to the bedroom.
When Matt reaches the bed he sits down on the edge of it and pulls Frank over by the hips. He starts by kissing at his hips, his stomach, and when Frank doesn’t resist he follows the coarse line of Frank’s happy trail down and down and takes Frank’s half-hard cock into his mouth. Frank’s breathing turns even more erratic than before and his hands slide into Matt’s damp hair. Matt can feel the tension in his hips from him trying not to thrust into his mouth. He also feels how Frank’s heart is galloping at this completely new experience for them. Matt’s never blown Frank before, and he can’t remember the last time he got to go down on anybody, but wow he’s missed it. It’s intoxicating to hear Frank coming so undone, to feel him get harder with every bob of his head or flick of his tongue. He looks up at Frank after a minute, and the sight of Matt like that sends a deep shudder rolling through Frank’s body. Frank pulls Matt off of his cock and leans down to kiss him. His tongue pushes into Matt’s mouth and Matt pushes right back. Frank pulls him to his feet and Matt knows he’s ready. Matt kisses his way from Frank’s mouth to his ear.
“Get comfortable,” Matt murmurs as gently as possible. Frank nods and wipes his mouth with his thumb. Matt moves to his drawer to find a bottle of lube while Frank settles, letting out a few soft groans when his skin hits the sheets. Matt’s surprised when Frank settles on his stomach, pulling one of Matt’s pillows over to rest his head against. Matt settles himself behind Frank and reintroduces his touch, gently dragging his nails down Frank’s back.
“Don’t wanna see me today, huh?” Matt teases. Frank mumbles against the pillow, but the words are half formed. “What’s that?”
“I like my dick rubbing against the sheets.”
“Okay,” Matt answers, his hands drifting further down. He appreciates Frank’s honesty. Once again it’s that trust that Matt doesn’t know how he earned, but is beyond grateful to have. It makes Matt want to treat him with as much care as he can muster. He wants Frank to feel precious. The only thing that stops Matt from treating him with that kind of care is how on edge Frank already is, and he doesn’t want to keep him waiting any more. He spreads Frank open with one hand and pours on the lube. Frank hisses from the cold gel against his skin. Matt’s fingers press against the slick stuff, trying to warm it against him.
“Shh, it’s alright Frankie, I’ve got you.”
Frank presses his eyes shut and shoves his face against the pillow he’s holding, and that reaction startles Matt. Before he hadn’t noticed the tension caused by that nickname, but it’s undeniable now. Matt leans down and kisses Frank’s neck, trying to get him back. It works easily. Frank comes back to him and relaxes enough for Matt to push into him, first with one finger, then with two. Frank isn’t breakable, Matt knows as much, and once he’s relaxed enough Matt has no problem sliding the first few inches of his length into Frank’s opening.
Frank lets out a long, low groan as their bodies slot together. Matt leans over, covering most of Frank’s body with his own, and kisses his neck and shoulder. Frank reaches back and grabs Matt’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Matt keeps kissing Frank that way and swallows Frank’s moans as he starts working himself in. When the moans get strong enough, Frank lets his head fall against the pillow and closes his eyes. Matt adjusts himself so he’s holding himself above Frank and lets himself fall into a rhythm. Sweat takes the place of shower water on their skin. Matt keeps his own vocals low, instead focusing on the sounds of Frank. Everything about Frank, from his moans to his throbbing pulse to his hips thrusting back against Matt’s, overwhelms Matt’s attention.
Frank unfurls one of his arms from around the pillow and wraps his fist around the sheets. His breath grows more unstable, and so does Matt’s. Matt loses track of time while he’s inside of Frank, but he can feel when they’re both getting close. Frank has been holding back for so long. Matt lowers himself so he’s covering Frank again and kisses the space between his jaw and his ear. Frank lets out a gasp and tilts his head over, either to see him or to give him more area to kiss. Matt sinks his teeth into the back of Frank’s neck and sucks, leaving a nice hickey he knows Frank will be feeling for days. Matt speeds up his tempo and Frank grinds his hips harder into the mattress, and lets out a strangled, needy sound into the pillow as he cums. Matt fucks him through it, feeling the swirling heat and pheromones radiating off his skin and the wildness of his heart as he rides out his high. Matt slows his pace as he feels Frank coming down, but keeps his hips moving, which keeps up the stream of oversensitive whimpers from Frank.
“Wait, wait,” Frank gasps, making Matt halt.
“Yeah?” Matt asks, his own voice rough.
“I want,” he pants hard, unable to get a full breath on his stomach. “I want you to cum on my stomach.”
“You’re sure?” Matt asks.
“Yeah. Please,” Frank manages. Matt pulls himself up and groans, a sound that Frank echos, when he pulls out. He flips Frank onto his back, revealing his softening cock and his belly painted with cum, the other half already soaked into the sheets. Matt moves so he’s straddling Frank and reaches down to stroke himself. Frank strokes himself too, making him twitch and jerk into his palm.
“Come on, Matt, give it to me. I’m right here. I want it, please.”
Matt’s hips jerk extra hard at Frank’s words. He strokes himself harder, faster, feeling the fire build and built in himself before it rips through him. Matt trembles as his orgasm rocks through him, only made worse by the way Frank scoops up Matt’s seed and uses it to stroke himself and his oversensitive cock. It takes everything Matt has to not fall forward onto Frank, and instead pull himself off and fall to his side. Frank reaches over and gives Matt a few good strokes, making him twitch involuntarily and intensely. Likewise are the sounds that come out of his mouth. Frank chuckles breathlessly and lets go of Matt, before devolving into gasps once again as he strokes the mess covering his skin.
After a few minutes of settling, Matt goes to the bathroom, pees, washes his hands, then comes back with a few wet wipes, which he holds out to Frank. He takes them, and Matt lays next to him until he’s clean, then rolls over and presses himself close to Frank. After a minute Frank wraps an arm around him. Matt listens to Frank’s breathing even out and his body drift towards sleep, but Matt’s mind is buzzing with things to say.
“Hey Frank?” Matt asks
“Hmm?”
“Did it feel like I meant it?” He asks. He’s getting ready to explain himself further, but Frank opens his eyes and looks at him, then answers.
“Yeah. Yeah, Red, it did.”
“Good,” Matt answers. He goes through the list of things he wants to say, and follows with the next easiest. “And, next time, feel free to turn on the lights,” he says, gesturing to the bathroom. Frank lets out a soft, round laugh that Matt can feel in his skin and God, it’s such a good sound. It feels like a relic from an era Matt would’ve loved to be there for in person. But if he were there, he wouldn’t have Frank now.
“And here I thought you wanted me stumbling around blind,” Frank says, with no hint of worry in his voice.
“That wasn’t the plan. But it did make you a lot more affectionate,” Matt says. Frank smiles and brushes a hand through Matt’s hair, and Matt hears from the way his breathing shifts that he has a question.
“That’s not what you see, is it? All black?”
“No,” Matt answers evenly. “It’s more reds and oranges.”
“Sounds like a sunset,” Frank says.
“More like fire,” Matt responds. He can feel Frank swallow, trying to settle on what to do with that. But he can’t think of anything, so he takes a deep breath and lets the subject drop. He also drops his hand from Matt’s hair and lets it rest around his shoulder. His other hand reaches over and takes Matt’s, and gently starts playing with his fingers. Matt lets his hand remain limp, letting Frank toy with him. In that quiet tenderness Matt works up the nerve to apologize.
“I’m sorry about what I said before.”
“Ah. I was being sensitive. Sides, it was just part of the game. I liked the name calling better, if you couldn’t tell. But slamming you, for the other thing, that was uncalled for.”
“No, not that.”
“Red?”
“I mean I won’t call you Frankie again.”
There again is that twinge in Frank’s muscles, and the small, anxious spike in his pulse. Frank sets his hand down but still holds it “What?” Frank asks, keeping his voice low
“You change. You get tense. I don’t want you like that with me.”
That tension, that sadness spreads over Frank. Matt feels him slip away for a few moments before he answers.
“I thought he loved me,” Frank murmurs. Matt doesn’t know who ‘he’ is, only that he must’ve been the other people to call him that. Matt reaches up and rests a hand on his cheek.
“Maybe he did.”
“Nah. People who love you don’t fuck you over like that.”
“Well he’s not here anymore,” Matt says, trying to be comforting.
“No, he’s not,” Frank says. There’s an anger on top of the sadness. Matt leans in and scatters a few kisses over Frank’s cheek.
“I’m here.”
Frank stays quiet. Outside the rain begins again. There’s thunder, but it’s several miles away.
Frank’s hands gently start tracing over Matt’s abdomen in nonsense patterns. Matt enjoys the feeling but flinches when Frank comes too close to a bruise.
“That hurt?” Frank asks.
“Yeah,” Matt answers.
Frank leans down and presses a kiss against Matt’s hair, then relaxes back, letting his hand fall away. “In this light I can’t tell what’s a bruise and what’s not.”
“I see,” Matt says. They both chuckle quietly and Frank shakes his head.
“It makes you look like a dream, Red.”
“Sure?”
“Sure.”
“I only ask because sometimes I feel like a nightmare.”
Frank brushes his thumb over Matt’s face. Matt can feel his stubble biting into Frank’s skin.
“Maybe. But right now, you look like a dream.”