Unexpected (MxM) (Completed)

Chapter Eleven- Scared

Chapter Eleven-

Frankie

I look over at Moth while panting softly. He's already getting dressed again, but I don't mind being naked for a bit. I like taking my time to reel after we... I never know how to say it. Even in my head, it sounds wrong: making love sounds too cliche, having sex sounds too technical, fucking sounds too impersonal. What we do feels different from all of that. We trust, respect, and love each other enough to share intimate pleasure. That's too many words.

I try not to label anything. I'm so used to trying to put my thoughts into words, but with him, I can just look at him a certain way and he knows. Moth hates when people try to define themselves or their feelings because the second we put ourselves in a box, it limits our ability to get out of it.

I think that's why Will is waiting so long to define his sexuality. He doesn't want to say something and then have to change it to something that fits better later.

Moth tosses my shirt at me, making me sigh and sit up as he walks closer, standing above me. "You need to get dressed. Will is coming to get you soon."

I pout and grab his hips to pull him on top of me. He uses his arms to hold himself up as he looks down at me. "Frankie. We can't."

I pull his shirt up a bit and trail my hands over his chest. I can already feel myself wanting to do it again. "I don't want to leave."

Moth sighs and sits back, putting his hands on my thighs to look me over with a hot stare. "Trust me, Barbie, I want to. We just can't. Sawyer can't know that you're still seeing me."

I roll my eyes in annoyance. I know he's right, but it still upsets me to be torn away from him all the time. We only get a few hours together on weekdays. Weekends are completely off-limits now. It's just not fair.

I stand when he gets up and quickly throw my clothes on just in time to hear Moth's phone ringing. When I see Will's name, I answer and put it to my ear while grabbing my things.

"I'm on my way out," I tell Will before walking to Moth. I kiss him gently and hug him, laughing softly when he kisses my cheek. "I love you. Bye, Ken."

"Ew, I don't want to hear that crap. Hurry up."

Will hangs up on me as Moth sweetly responds, "I love you too, Barbie."

I give his phone back and head up the steps, saying bye to his mom before leaving. She never answers anymore. I don't like to pry, but it seems like she's going through something.

I get in Will's car and turn to smile at him. "Let's go."

"You smell like sweat and hormones." Will nags, reaching over to pull my hair. I smack his hand away and glare at him. "There's a brush in the back. Use it. Sawyer is going to notice your hair looking like that. Maybe tell the kid to stop pulling it when you two get it on so it doesn't look like birds are nesting in it."

"It doesn't look that bad." I pull down the visor and look in the mirror while using Lottie's brush to comb through it a few times. "And be quiet. It's none of your business what we do."

"If I'm going to be your pimp then it most certainly is my business. I already know everything anyway. It's not exactly rocket science after Sawyer and I read all your texts. How do you always look like a saint when you're the farthest from it?"

"First of all, you're not my pimp. I don't even get paid. Second, that was such an invasion of privacy. I deserve to have conversations that don't include you, Teagan, or Sawyer. You never should've gone through my phone. Besides, Just because I'm comfortable with my boyfriend and confident in myself sexually doesn't mean that's all there is to me or that I have to walk around wearing hardly anything. I'm still Frankie. I'm a dork who gets excited about reading and science, and I like how my shirts look when they're tucked in. None of that is going to change just because I have sex."