Intoxicated Dreams [Jack & Frankie]

It seemed the shared experience of a secret relationship in common between them and even if they were damaging on different levels. It seemed that Albus had held on to this experience and maybe that's why it made him the way he was though Jack couldn't made a judgment call on that one. Jack could only giving him a sympathetic look while Frankie comforted him. And then came his own story to which Albus seemed to offer words of wisdom for himself and really it just sounded like a friend speaking to a friend with support or at least an admirer. In his own mind he was still going over it in his mind and wondering what perspective he was missing on this because right now he just didn't like it being up there in his brain anymore. For all of them it was not a subject that would stick around for long, nobody group of men wanted to sit around and talk about feelings and being hurt from others. When alcohol was involved these types of conversations happened and never ended well. In Jack's case he would become upset or even angry and for the moment he pushed that down inside of him, drinking to the never have I ever about detention, nodding in agreement with Frankie that Quidditch was often the biggest cause of detention for fighting was a natural instinct. His mother had shown him a muggle sport, mostly American where they ice skated and seemed to fight for the majority of the match versus playing. It wasn't a game he understood and he would always prefer Quidditch.

Albus had a point, with everything that he didn't know about him it would prove interesting what else there was to this boy besides what image he gave the world and them. His older brother James was in his own year and was quite different from the boy in his own house and he had never spoken to the youngest Potter. You sure are proving to be more interesting than you let off. When Jack spoke his turn for Never have I ever he was surprised that Albus took a drink and Frankie had not, he wondered what had happened to make this true. Then again, he wondered if it had even been on purpose to begin with. He hardly seemed the image of tact and composure under those circumstances. In academia he could stand tall but unless he had a drink or two before he couldn't imagine his attempt at being charming or smooth, that took practice and this shy boy was hardly practiced at all in Jacks' opinion. It was an entertaining thought, throw him in a room with people and see how he reacted to the sudden socialization. At least that had been his original plan and attempt that night, and thus far he'd only managed to drink himself into getting depressed from his own thinking. It had not been a question of Albus was intending for Jack, just a general one of course to see what the boys had been up to. When Jack brought up the dance Frankie spoke first, almost in Albus' defense and he brought up a good point. At this point he was probably not physically able to make it down there. Oh well, he'd drag his ass down there another time.

Then Albus seemed to address Frankie directly and slowly and slowly it seemed that Jack's presence was less aware to the intoxicated boy and it seemed it was his time to leave soon and finally get to the dance. The boys were getting close and really this marked in his brain that he best be on his merry way and he was pondering another stop before getting to the dance itself. It was still actually quite early and the peak of the party would not be until much later giving him time to be fashionably late, despite the chaperons he could make up an excuse of patrolling and such. Jack drained his glass as he stood up and nodded to the pair, and as Albus offered him the rest of the bottles he grabbed them including the open one and faced them. Thanks mate. However, the stipulation of the last never have I ever left him being forced to drink again. There were things he hadn't told Anna, or even Chloe for that matter. Really the two closest people he had at the moment and that counted. Drinking straight from the bottle he took a large gulp and then found his jacket. You two stay out of trouble now. Jack smiled at them and walked out of the lounge, maybe now he could finally get that buzz or even drunk and make more memories on to of the new ones from this night.

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Frankie stayed silent when Albus told Jack that the mystery girl he spoke of didn’t deserve him, and how amazing Jack was. He agreed with Albus, though he didn’t see the need to reiterate his words to Jack. He was sure Jack knew that already, even though he could also agree that, sometimes, one couldn’t help but still think about the things they knew they shouldn’t think about. Frankie dealt with that every day in terms of his best friend, and how he never stopped thinking about that afternoon when he walked in on him changing. He knew it was wrong to think such things, especially about his best friend, but he couldn’t help it either. Sometimes the heart and the mind were never on the same page, and it often caused problems of some sort for one. Frankie also choked back his snort when Albus said he didn’t know much about girls and that it was all just friendly input.

Frankie sat there and sipped from his glass as Jack and Albus spoke of how the middle Potter child was full of surprises and Frankie did his best to remain impassive. If only Jack knew how surprising Albus could be. Frankie couldn’t help but think back to that night in the Astronomy Tower and what had transpired between the two best friends. Frankie was sure there was a line or two crossed that night, ones that he never expected to cross or even come close to doing so. Naturally, he knew that it would eventually come to pass, if only because there was only so long Frankie would be able to keep his secret from Albus. He hated keeping such a secret, but considering that it was about Albus, Frankie’s nerves were just too great. If he was the reason the boys never spoke again, he’d never be able to forgive himself. He would rather be tortured by it than tell and risk losing him for good.

When Jack asked about the dance, Frankie didn’t hesitate to say that Albus would more than likely face plant than actually make it to the dance and Albus looked at Frankie with a look the Ravenclaw wasn’t sure he could decipher. “Just stating a fact, is all,” he said with a grin. Frankie felt himself tense slightly when Albus leaned against him, but only because he could tell Albus was in a very flirty mood. He smirked when Albus agreed that he was too drunk to go down to the dance and placed a finger over Frankie’s lips so he couldn’t say ‘I told you so’ to him. And then, in a surprise move, Albus crawled into Frankie’s lap and made himself comfortable. Frankie mentally told himself not to get too nervous or tense now, especially with Albus sitting on his lap, and then looked up at Jack when Albus told him to enjoy himself and to also take the remainder of the whiskey with him down to the dance to have fun with.

Jack seemed to take the hint that it was his time to leave, though there was a part of Frankie that wanted the Head Boy to stay, if only to save both him and Albus from doing something either would regret in the morning, when the effects of their consumed alcohol had worn off. Before he could leave, however, Albus took his final turn. Frankie’s eyes were locked on his as Albus spoke his words. What he said had not been what Frankie had expected and his entire body reacted to it, as if Albus was staring deep into his soul in that ‘I know you’re hiding something from me’ sort of way that made Frankie feel very nervous. He saw Jack drink straight from the bottle at his response and, knowing he couldn’t lie now, Frankie lifted his own drink to his lips and emptied its contents down his throat. His eyes never left Albus’ as he did so.

Albus then told Jack that he had a wine date with his valentine, meaning Frankie, and then proceeded to trail his fingers along the vein in his neck. Frankie glanced up at Jack and nodded his head when he told them not to get themselves into any trouble before leaving them to their own devises in the room. Now, more than ever, Frankie was nervous about being in his friend’s presence. He had no idea what to say now, or even if he should bother at all, but knew that he wouldn’t be able to get out of the room without having to have some sort of talk with him. “So, now what?” he managed to ask, though not sure he really wanted to know what Albus had in mind. His voice cracked slightly and his nerves were now shining through with ease. He then held his glass up to Albus so he’d refill it from the bottle of wine he was keeping to still share with Frankie as they’d previously agreed before the night had commenced. he shifted slightly in his seat as he felt himself starting to get a bit more obvious than he cared to.

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Albus wasn't sure of Jack leaving was one of his brighter ideas but the boy didn't seem to mind too much. Albus just hoped he didn't feel forced to go, after all he did say he wanted to go to the ball right? When complimented on being interesting he smirked and nodded. "Let's just say I hope I didn't scare you off mate, and I will see you soon for another drinking session." Albus stated, he would imagine he actions were a bit odd for Jack. But this was life, nothing more and nothing less. Over all his night had been taken over by the alcohol he consumed. Albus wasn't normally a hard drinker, with the exception being drunk was the only way to get him to have urges in the past, but tonight was different. The mood was calm, even if he was aiming to speak to Frankie about multiple things he needed, to just get out in the open.

Albus watched Frankie drink to the game and he chewed the inside of his cheek, in thought of whatever the boy could have been hiding from him. Albus was sure the boys were very open, but this must have been a hell of a secret for him to keep it. As Jack took his leave he reminisced all the times as children he and Frankie shared secrets. From the little things like lying to their parents, to the bigger things like crushes. Even their sexual preference was out in the open, therefore Albus was very confused at this point. Had Frankie gotten into a recent relationship he didn't know about? That would explain the Tower scene fully. Albus would like to believe that, but the boys were more open about relationships due to the fact both needed to vent sometimes. When Frankie questioned what now, all Albus wanted to ask was 'you tell me.' That secret was hard on his mind. Maybe some wine would loosen his lips, now that the two were alone they could be open fully.

Albus opened the bottle and poured them each a glass. Wine always mellowed him out, but kept his buzz going. Albus placed the bottle aside and took a sip looking into his friends eye. "We talk, that's what now." Albus suggested holding his glass loosely. There were many things in life he had lost due to, horrible circumstances or just share luck, he couldn't lose this right here. "Look, I haven't stop thinking about the other night up in the Astronomy tower." Albus admitted resting his head against Frankie's shoulder before taking a breath. "I guess sometimes I do things because deep down, I want to try them. I may have went too far with that one, because I can't help to feel guilty." Albus said taking in Frankie's scent. The only thing that was stopping him from walking away right now was his glossy vision. However, he wanted to set things right or come to a mutual understanding. "I know you know, I can't be without you. So I actually was upset that night watching you walk away." Albus admitted taking a sip of his wine and looking up to meet Frankie's eyes. "I lose everyone that is important to me. Your the only one who understands me fully, the only one I can come to for anything, I just can't watch you walk away like that again." Albus whispered his voice a bit shaking when thinking about all his losses as of recently. Albus didn't want this night to turn into some kind of traumatic episode for him so he'd have to see if Frankie felt the same. "I love you, I want you to understand." Albus stated blunt, not wanting to get overly emotional due to the liquor. This conversation he ignited was pretty deep. Albus was lost for words for another rare moment in his life.

The things the two had gone through were far more important then losing each other all together. Albus didn't mean to be curious when it came to his best friend, and no matter what excuse he wanted to use it was a harsh reality. After staring off for a bit he came too and sipped the crimson colored liquid. Albus felt Frankie shifting and he wondered if the boy was uncomfortable in this seating arrangement. A sigh escaped his lips as he moved out of the boys lap sitting with a good foot of distance in between them. The silence was too loud, it was enough to drive him manic. "Say something." Albus muttered looking over at the boy. "Or you can always tell me what secret your keeping from me, because I'm dying to find out." Albus suggested with a smirk toying at the corners of his lips.

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Frankie watched as Albus poured them both a glass of wine before saying anything to him at all. Frankie had asked him what they were to do now, now that Jack had left them of the evening, and Frankie was nervous to hear a response from his friend, especially considering the last never have I ever that Albus had said as the game concluded, which made Frankie drink reluctantly. Frankie reached for his glass and sipped from it, doing his best not to look nervous or even to look his friend in the eye, which became next to impossible once Albus told him that they were to talk now. Frankie’s brown orbs found Albus’ aqua ones and he nearly choked on his sip of wine as he saw the intensity in his friend’s eyes. “All right then,” he managed to say.

Before Frankie could ask what Albus wanted to talk about, Albus spoke and it almost made Frankie cringe. Albus brought up that night in the Astronomy Tower and what had happened. What had started out as an innocent encounter between two best friends turned awkward and intense when Albus kissed him, something that has yet to leave Frankie’s thoughts. He wasn’t sure what Albus wanted to talk about pertaining to that night, but he decided that he would just let Albus talk and not divulge anything more than he absolutely had to. Frankie felt his heart fall when Albus said that he felt guilty about what he’d done, and that he had done it because he wanted to know what it felt like, even if he did cross a line by doing so. Frankie said nothing at this and just sipped his wine, afraid to say anything.

Frankie felt a hint of guilt working its way up through his body as Albus continued to speak. He knew that leaving that night as abruptly as he did was wrong of him, but he also knew that he couldn’t just tell Albus what he’s been keeping a secret for so long. He didn’t want to be the cause of their destroyed friendship, even though keeping such a secret wasn’t helping either. He blinked once when Albus told him that he loses everyone that is important to him and that Frankie was the only person who fully understands him. He lowered his gaze when Albus told him that he couldn’t stand watching him walk away like that again, as the lump that has risen up in Frankie’s throat earlier had returned. And then Albus said something that he probably didn’t know would be such a surprise to Frankie.

The Ravenclaw didn’t hide his slack jaw as it dropped at Albus’ revelation, though he quickly composed himself as he realized Albus didn’t mean it that way he Frankie would have meant it if he’d said it. Wait, what? Frankie almost dropped his glass of wine at that thought, but he did a good job of hiding it. Did he really just think that to himself? He was going to give himself an aneurism if he didn’t get his mind out of this train of thought. It would only lead to disaster, he was certain of that. Frankie shifted his body again, not wanting to allow his body to give away what he was really feeling, due to both Albus’ words and the wine he was drinking, and he didn’t hide the frown that followed Albus climbing off his lap and moving a decent distance away from him.

Albus then urged Frankie to say something, anything, and Frankie swallowed the lump once more so he could do exactly that. Before he could open his mouth, however, Albus then told Frankie he could also tell him about the secret he’s been keeping from him. Frankie sighed before raising his glass to his lips once more. He emptied the contents of the glass down his throat, finally freeing that lump for good, and then put her glass down on the table and reached for the bottle to refill his glass. “I’m sorry,” he managed to say as he uncorked the bottle and poured more of the red liquid into his glass, “about the other night, I mean,” he finished, wanting to clarify what he meant before Albus asked. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to say anything else if Albus spoke again just yet.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just-” he said, but stopped because he didn’t know if he should go any further with his sentence, “I wasn’t expecting that,” he told him, catching himself and managing to salvage his almost confession. “And you’re not going to lose me, unless you walk away from me,” he reassured his friend. “You’re my best friend. I’ll always be here for you,” he said, feeling his words feeling like sandpaper as he said them. Frankie couldn’t get Albus’ words out of his head, his mind replaying those three words over and over again. It felt amazing to hear them, even if Frankie was pretty sure they weren’t meant in such a way. “And you say that you’re dying to know my secret, but I’m sure you’d regret that once I told you what it was,” he said.

Would Frankie be able to get it out though? This was a secret he’s been keeping for a few years now, and he would hate to lose everything in just a few admitted words. Frankie replaced the bottle back on the table and then brought his freshly filled glass to his lips and took a deep drink from it, emptying about half of it in one sip. “But, if you really want to know, then I might as well tell you,” he said as he took a deep breath. He was glad there was a decent amount of distance between them right now, or else Frankie was sure he wouldn’t be able to say it at all. “I’ve liked you for the last couple of years,” he said, his words flying out quickly and in a jumbled mess. He wasn’t even sure Albus understood what he said.

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oh boy, that was a lot. nudge me for changes

For once actual, peaceful silence felt strange to him, Albus observed Frankie's features while the boy seemed to be taking in Albus' words. Albus wondered if he should have been so blunt with Frankie. Yet if he knew anything, it was best to not beat around the bush when admitting feelings. Albus wasn't sure if he was fully wrong for killing his curiosity, he did do it and then he admitted to liking it. Therefore there was nothing to be ashamed of, yet he didn't like feeling awkward around his best friend. That feeling was just wrong. Albus felt the tension in the room, and he watched Frankie drink faster. There was defiantly something on his mind. Albus finished what was in his glass and started a fresh glass. He placed it on the table and hugged his knees watching Frankie, hoping for one small break in the silence. When the Ravenclaw said he was sorry for the other night Al remained quite. Clearly there was more then that. Al just had to be patient, which was not a strong virtue of his.

When he was assured Frankie would not leave his side he smiled then shook his head. "I could never never bring myself to do that, you know that." Albus stated. The boy couldn't imagine walking away from Frankie either, Albus had been more focused on with all he was going through recently, but there was no doubt in his mind if Frankie needed him, he'd push everything away to be there for his friend. The two were a duo in senses, Albus always realized they were a bit closer then normal best friends were, but he never would complain. Actually he'd object if things were not how they were current day. When around Frankie, he didn't ever feel like he needed a lover, he didn't need someone to hold him or love him because he had just that. With no hurt, no worries just them against the world. Although since he turned sixteen a month back, he became more and more curious to certain aspects of life. There were 'needs' as Ben liked to put them so blunt in the past. "I'll always be here for you as well." Albus stated genuine, taking his glass from the table as he drank down a good third of his glass.

Albus eyes looked at the crimson colored liquid in his glass listened to Frankie's next words. Why would he regret hearing the secret? Albus cocked his head watching his friend drink a bit more. As Frankie took a deep breath, Albus followed and braces himself for whatever the boy wanted to tell him. 'I've liked you for the last couple years.' There it was out, and Albus didn't have a word to say. His initial thought was to question in what way, did Frankie 'like' him. Yet the way the words flew out his mouth and the way he was acting gave it away. Albus took his glass and drained the rest of the wine placing the glass on the table. He rubbed his wrist absently looking down at the scars once created, sucking his teeth. Frankie had liked him all along, then why didn't he say something earlier. Perhaps it was the friendship things but he sat back and watched Albus get treated like shit, by his ex-boyfriend and all along he could have had someone that cared for him? It got him a little frustrated at the least.

"Why didn't you say anything? And don't tell me it's because you didn't think I'd want that, because that's not a good enough answer." Albus stated ruffling his hair, he wasn't sure how to take this information, a side of him wanted to complain about his thoughts on the matter, yet a side wanted to kiss Frankie and see if it felt real. "I could have had a chance with you, and I didn't even see it? I settled for abusive when I could have had sweet. Shame on me." Albus said rubbing his wrist again absently, he was upset with his thoughts and puzzled. He lay back on the couch looking at the ceiling. Albus took in a breath, really the question was where did they go from there. "I've noticed we hold hands, and we cuddle, and we're closer then most friends should be. This doesn't need to be awkward." Albus stated, springing up as crawled over to Frankie getting back in the boy's lap. "How am I suppose to know it's real though?" Albus asked looking deep into Frankie's eyes, ignoring the fact he just had a major mood swing. Poor Frankie was probably used to them by now. "Also, where do we go from here?" Albus asked, Frankie was normally the one with all the answers, Albus just hoped he was drawing blanks, like he was at this point.

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To say that Frankie was nervous as hell after what he had just admitted would be an understatement. He was petrified of Albus’ reaction and he was sure that his friend was now regretting asking what the secret Frankie has been keeping was. The silence that lingered between them was enough to make Frankie want to get up and run out of the room as fast as his athletic legs could take him, but he was rooted in his sport on the couch and his grip on the glass he was holding was tighter than ever. His knuckles were starting to turn white from gripping it so hard and he had to mentally tell himself to lessen his grip before he broke the glass. He wanted to look at Albus, but he couldn’t, not until at least after he said something about what he’d just confessed.

And then he did and, for a brief moment, Frankie wished he hadn’t. Frankie couldn’t answer his friend’s question, even though he wanted to. His number one reason was for the sheer fact of keeping their friendship intact, but Albus didn’t seem to think that was a good enough reason. Before Frankie could say anything else though, Albus spoke again, causing Frankie to slack his jaw and turn to stare at Albus. Did he just say he could have had a chance? he asked himself as he looked at Albus. Frankie felt his throat go dry when Albus said he could have sweet and had instead settled for abusive. It made Frankie feel guilty for allowing that to happen, even though he couldn’t have done anything about it then. It had been the kiss they shared the other night that brought the truth out, even if it hadn’t been given that night.

Frankie lifted his drink to his lips once more as Albus spoke again. he mentioned how they hold hands and cuddle all the time, and that they were far closer than most friends should be. That was very true, but Frankie had always assumed Albus meant it platonically, the way they often saw girls acting with one another when they were just really good friends. Frankie had been thrown from his thoughts when he felt the couch move and saw Albus crawling over to him and sat himself back in his lap. Frankie’s mind was reeling now, and wasn’t sure if Albus was just messing with him now, or if he was serious. Albus asked him how he was supposed to know if it was all real, and then where they were supposed to go from there. Frankie had no idea, and he wasn’t even sure what Albus meant by his questions.

Frankie allowed his arms to encircle Albus as he sat on his lap and looked into his friend’s eyes, taking a deep breath as he did so. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how to,” he said, finally, now that he had a moment to answer all of Albus’ questions. “I wasn’t ready to tell you,” he added. “With Ben, you seemed to want to be there, so what would telling you have done?” he asked curiously. “I wasn’t going to impede on your happiness because I wanted what someone else had,” he said with a sigh. “And then, once you finally called it quits with Ben, I thought about telling you, and then you started hanging around Jax, which made no bloody sense to me, so what was I supposed to do?” he asked. Frankie then took another deep breath before going nay further.

“I have no idea where we go from here,” he said as he looked up at Albus, moving his legs slightly to make Albus shift his position so he wasn’t sitting so high above him, though making sure to keep him on his lap. “And as far as believing it’s real, I am not sure what you mean by that,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “Either you mean if my secret is real, of if you think there was a chance for us,” he said as he took another deep breath, trying to hold his ground and not scare himself away. “The only way to know the answer to either is to find out,” he said before he pulled Albus to him and pressed his lips against his, initiating the second kiss these two have ever shared, though the first that Frankie started.

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There were many things flowing through the mind of Albus Potter. Not many of his thought train ran negative, more along the lines of confused. There is was, out in the open and to be honest, Albus didn't really expect it. Of course the two held hands and he would sit on Frankie's lap at will. Most males didn't do things like that, well ones that were not feminine in nature. Albus and Frankie were both defiantly boyish, or there would be no attraction there, well at least for him. Albus was drawn to certain types of boys, and certain types of girls. The Slytherin boy was very specific about the traits he looked for. The main question was would this effect their strong bond, or could they share both friendship and affection. Not the simple affection they already had, the kind that made your heart flutter and made ones palms sweaty. Albus wasn't sure if that was just him, but he was sure he couldn't be the only one in the world. Poor Eva, the past week had to deal with his sweaty palms and nervous behavior.

Albus took a sip of his drink awaiting Frankie to answer but he didn't like the boys words. Albus knew it must have been hard for Frankie to gather that sentence, he was unsure if he could have done so himself. It took a good amount of liquor to loosen his lips but at least it was now out in the open. When Frankie spoke of Al being with Ben he ruffled his hair. Frankie raised a point, he cut himself from his friends when he did date Ben. Ben was selfish and needed all Albus' time, even his valuable studying time, which Al hated. Frankie wouldn't have had the chance to tell him at that point in his life. Albus felt his cheeks heat up when Frankie said he didn't want to impede on Albus' happiness because he wanted him. Albus looked away for a moment hiding his shyness toward those words. It was sweet that Frankie just came out and said he wanted him in a way. It made Albus feel special, which he hadn't in a while. Once he gathered himself he looked back at Frankie his cheeks still pink. Albus listened on when Frankie spoke of Jax and he quirked an eyebrow. "He's a friend, nothing more. I'm pretty sure he has a lady friend, he's told me so." Albus explained showing Frankie that wasn't a valid excuse. What was Frankie suppose to do? "I guess I was a little shocked, my question was out of pain and confusion, you did it right Frankie." Albus explained rubbing the boys arm, Albus tend to just speak out of impulse when his thoughts raced and he was hurt, this being the only reason he actually asked why Frankie waited so long.

Albus felt himself drop a bit in Frankie's lap and he was now at an eye level with the boy. "Well, hello there handsome." Albus teased giggling a bit. His playful nature kicking in. Albus was well aware the situation was serious, but he didn't like too much tension, it would ruin his train of good thoughts. Albus listened on as Frankie spoke of the two situations being real and he bit his bottom lip. Albus wanted to know if there was a chance, and what risks they could possibly take toward becoming more then friends. Of course being best friends they were compatible one way, yet Albus wasn't really one to observe how Frankie acted in a relationship. He never took mind into seeing that, because he was possessive in nature. Finding out was the way, taking those risks to see if they were able to be an item. Albus wasn't rushing into anything but right now he was caught up in the moment.

Soon he was pulled into a kiss and he felt Frankie lips on his, the warm, safe feeling setting in as he closed his eyes. Albus' lips pressed against Frankie's as he allowed the boy to break between his lips and deepen the kiss. Albus let his tongue twirl with Frankie's as he placed his hand on the back of the boys head running his fingers through the boys hair to sooth him. His heart started to race as he got lost in the passion, moaning into the kiss a bit letting his free hand wonder. This kiss was amazing and every time he felt breathless, he breathed out his nose not allowing it to subside. Albus couldn't let this be one of those quick kisses as he felt himself growing a bit excited. He rocked his hips a bit, blushing instantly at his own actions. Albus smiled breaking the kiss as he inhaled hard trying to catch his breath. "Wow.." He whispered having a small desire for more. "Perhaps that should have been our first kiss." Albus stated lost gazing into Frankie's brown orbs. Albus reached for the wine and topped them each off. He took a long drink and wondered what he wanted to do next. Albus rested his head on Frankie's shoulder and looked over the veins in the boys neck. "Did I mention your a fantastic kisser?" Albus asked leaning in kissing Frankie's neck lightly. The boy's warm exposed skin caused him he suck a bit and nibble, his promiscuous nature kicking in. "What can we do now?" Albus whispered in Frankie's ear, his tone seductive as he nibbled on the boy's earlobe.

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Frankie could barely believe that he had just kissed Albus, and in such a way that made it clear just how much Frankie cared about his friend. It was hard for the Ravenclaw to do this, especially since he’s been keeping himself quiet about it for a couple of years now. When he finally admitted it to Albus, his friend had first gotten upset with him. He could appreciate the feeling though, as Frankie probably would have gotten upset as well, but only because he liked Albus. But he had no way of knowing that Albus liked him too. He’d never said anything and he never took any of their tender moments to mean more than what they were. Sure, they held hands and sat on each other’s laps occasionally, but they were best friends and, since they were both a bit on the feminine side (though they were both far from girly) it was looked at as normal. Girls held hands and did things like that all the time without their being anything going on beyond friendship between them, so that is what Frankie always thought it was for them, at least from Albus. How could he have ever known?

Kissing Albus like this felt amazing though. The fact that his feelings were finally out there and he could express them in such a way made the Keeper feel so much better about it. and with the way Albus reacted to his admission, it made Frankie feel as if Albus agreed and reciprocated those feelings, even if just a little bit. It was better than not at all, which would have made Frankie feel like such a fool and, he was sure, would hinder their friendship a great deal in the future. His tongue collided with Albus’ as the kiss deepened, and Frankie pressed himself against Albus when he felt the Slytherin boy bring one of his hands to the back of his head and thread his fingers through his hair. He could barely believe this was happening, and that he hadn’t been hit or pushed away. Frankie’s heart began to beat faster as his tongue softly moved against Albus’ warm one, and he wanted more. he felt as if he needed more, as if this moment wouldn’t last and that, once they went their separate ways for the night, that everything happening now would be just a dream. Frankie felt himself starting to get excited and he groaned softly when Albus broke away first.

Frankie sucked in a deep breath as he looked up at Albus, smirking slightly when he heard the word ‘wow’ escape his lips. “You’re telling me,” he whispered. Frankie smiled when Albus admitted that that should have been their first kiss, and shrugged his shoulders at his friend who was now reaching for the wine to refill their glasses to the top. “now we’re even,” he said with a grin. “You stole one from me, and now I’ve stolen one from you,” he added as Albus then rested his head against Frankie’s shoulder. Frankie blushed a bit when Albus asked if he mentioned that Frankie was a good kisser and shook his head. “No, but thank you,” he said as he took another deep breath. The Ravenclaw sucked in a sharp breath when Albus kissed his neck, the feel of his warm tongue on his skin only causing him to grow even more excited. “I don’t know,’ he said as he took one of his hands and placed it on Albus’ knee, slowly trailing his fingers up his thigh. He felt bold all of a sudden, and knew that it was the liquid courage he was consuming. “But I definitely want another kiss,” he said as he leaned closer and caught Albus’ lips into another kiss.

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At no moment in his life did he ever picture himself feeling so close to Frankie. Albus had always knew his best friend to be dashing, and sweet with words, but never once did he think they could stand as more then friends. Then here they were sharing a kiss of passion. The very thought of it was merely amazing let alone the fact it was happening. Albus wondered if these actions could harm the future or if it would only be a one night thing. The boy was worried about that, would they even remember everything that was happening. Albus was sure he could make an impact on Frankie's mind so he couldn't forget. As so it stood, if the boy really like Albus it would be stained in his memory. Albus remember the issue he had piecing together, his second date with Ben in the room of requirement. What a mess that was. This time would be different, he didn't need to sneak out of Frankie before morning fall. Frankie was special, and he always knew there was a place for him to cuddle, even if they were not intensely kissing.

Their second kiss was amazing and far less awkward then the one on the Astronomy tower. Albus kissed Frankie, like he'd never get the chance to again, putting his full set of emotions into it. It was special, bliss. In the future he'd have to keep up with the mark he set, but he wasn't too worried. After it broke, he was glad to see Frankie and he shared the same, breath taking feeling. No he didn't expect that, yet everything he did expect to happen tonight, wasn't going as planned. Albus enjoyed this way better then the night he planned. Of course he knew drinking with another male would get interesting, but never did he assume it would be this amazing. As Frankie spoke they were even he quirked a brow awaiting an explanation. A smirk crossed his lips when Frankie clarified his statement. "Oh sure, you call that even? That night could have gotten way better, if you didn't get cold feet." Al explained watching the boy's neck as he spoke. Albus didn't like being 'even' but he suddenly understood something from earlier in the night. "That's why you called me sneaky, yeah?" Albus asked giggling to himself. As Frankie denied his compliment he rolled his eyes. "I'll be the judge of that." Albus stated with no second words.

Shortly after he found himself leaving his friend with some marks for the following morning. Albus remembered in the past one of his cousins explained how erotic hickey's were, and how they were a symbol of claim. Albus wasn't sure if he was claiming Frankie quite yet, but he was sure he'd remember the night, with those purple bruises. Albus felt Frankie's hand on his knee and his heart raced a bit faster. This was the moment he'd find out if Eva's teaching helped him or not. The boy took in a breath, looking at Frankie when he was determine to have another kiss. Albus smirked and moved in allowing his lips to meet with Frankie's once again. Albus parted the boy's lips with his tongue and deepened the kiss. The feeling of Frankie tongue in his mouth was amazing, he allowed his tongue to dance with Frankie's as he felt the boy's hand roaming to his thigh. Albus let his eyes roll to the back of his head trying to push away any thoughts of insecurity.

Albus shifted a bit and let his hand roam down Frankie's torso. He could feel the boy's hard body and a side of him wanted to peek. Albus broke the kiss and reached down pulling Frankie's shirt over his head. His aqua eyes skimmed over the boy's body as he bit his bottom lip. Frankie was rather built, it was sexy. Albus brought his lips back to Frankie's and proceeded to kiss, resting against the boy's warm body. His hand explored the unknown feeling, and each muscle to the his friend's abdomen. Albus shifted a bit and let his hand wonder to the boy's waist line and played with the button of his jeans. He was not sure if he was going to far, and didn't want to do anything Frankie didn't want. However he took a risk and unbuttoned the jeans and let his hand push past the material. He didn't go down too far, but he pulled away from the kiss to see Frankie's reaction before he crossed a boundary, he shouldn't. "Your alright with this?" Albus asked letting his hand pause as he looked into Frankie's eyes for honesty and the slightest look of discomfort.

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Frankie didn’t bother to hide his smirk from Albus when he seemed to finally realize why Frankie had called him sneaky before. He didn’t say yes, but the look on his face should have been enough to tell Albus that he was correct in his assessment. He couldn’t help but let Albus’ previous words resonate in his mind though, as he thought about that night and how it could have ended had he not have gotten scared and ran off the way he did. “You’re probably right about that, but you have to at least understand why I did,” he said to his friend. He knew that it wasn’t a good enough excuse, but fear can be a pretty hardcore motivator for one doing, or not doing, something. Frankie had been afraid of what could have happened that night, but more so because he was afraid that he would have walked away with one less friend, who was the most important one he had.

“Judge away then,” he said with a wink of his eye before Albus brought his lips to Frankie’s neck. Frankie could feel himself growing more excited by Albus’ motions, and Frankie was certain that Albus was leaving a hickey on his neck. Thankfully the Ravenclaw had magic and could heal bruises easily, because he wasn’t sure he was ready to walk about the castle the following day with a bunch of small ones covering his neck. He didn’t say anything about them, especially because he usually knew what they signified and he didn’t want to add any awkwardness to the evening. He was sure the morning after would be awkward enough and he didn’t want that to be even worse by adding to it. With his hand on his leg, Frankie told Albus that he wanted another kiss and the Slytherin was more than happy to oblige him. Their lips met and, once again, it felt like electricity was flowing between them.

As they kissed, Frankie felt Albus’ fingers tracing the contours of his upper body and his eyebrows rose when Albus broke from the kiss so soon, though he allowed him to pull his shirt from his body. Frankie now sat there with his upper body exposed and he couldn’t help but feel a little chilly at the moment. It wasn’t cold in the room, but the fact that he was now sitting there with no shirt on made him feel weird, as if he shouldn’t be half naked right now. Frankie knew that he had a pretty built body, and he had his years of Quidditch to thank for that. He wasn’t shy in that respect, but this was just entirely different of a situation, and he was sure that anyone would agree with him. It’s like seeing a girl in a bikini, and then in her underthings. Both showed the same amount of skin, but they were both an entirely different sense of being exposed.

Albus moved in for another kiss, which Frankie happily obliged, and pressed his body against his bare chest. Frankie never thought this would happen, and he felt like he was walking on a cloud right now, even if was still slightly afraid for what would come in the morning. He pushed those thoughts away as he felt Albus’ fingers begin to travel about his bare chest. His tongue met Albus’ and the pair volleyed for control, until Albus’ fingers found their way to Frankie’s waistline and unbuttoned the button there. Albus pulled away from Frankie, looking into his eyes, and Frankie swallowed hard as he stared back at Albus. “As long as you’re sure,” he responded, telling Albus he was okay with what was about to happen as long as Albus was sure he wanted to do it. Frankie rocked his hips slightly, which caused Albus’ finger to go a bit further beneath his waistline as he leaned in and claimed Albus’ lips once more.

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Albus was actually enjoying himself. In these standings he had never felt so comfortable. There was something he had noticed about his friend the other night that just made him feel secure. Albus always felt this way around Frankie even before the kiss. As a child he was certainly an awkward mess, and the boy welcomed him. Therefore he never had to be anything he was not. Everything was almost painted as a perfect picture. Of course there were a couple tricks hidden here and there, but for the most part he was glad his friend knew him to this large of an extent. At his comment about being sneaky he chuckled a bit. "I do understand now." Albus corrected with a roll of his eyes. About a week ago he sat up on the Astronomy tower wondering if he had done something seriously to damage his friendship. Al had spent a whole week thinking Frankie would never forgive him. Yet there they were in better standings, having the desire to snog. Albus couldn't lie, he did enjoy tonight better then the last. Even if the stars were romantic to add the the general moment.

Lost in the static of the kiss and the excitement of feeling Frankie's bare chest he found himself growing aroused. Albus was never one to just be this blunt and bold with intimate situations but it felt right. He let his tongue massage against Frankie's for a few moments before the kiss broke. At first he was nervous to ask Frankie if he wanted to take the next set with him, it was a hard question. In the back of his mind he had to remind himself this was really happening. It wasn't a dream, and even if he was slightly intoxicated, there would be some kind of effect in the future. After asking the question he listened to Frankie's answer and nodded. "I'm sure." He whispered, letting his lips be claimed. When the boy rocked his hips it caused Albus hands to slide down a bit more and he let his finger tips brush against the Ravenclaw's excitement. Albus proceeded to kiss Frankie, letting his tongue search ever crevice of the boy's mouth as it felt familiar, with each kiss they shared. As amazing as it felt he needed to catch up with his breath as he broke the kiss.

Albus pecked kisses gently down Frankie's jawline, then down his shoulder blade. He took in the boy's scent wrapping his hand around the boy. Albus could feel his heart pulsing, and he was starting to sweat a bit. It was getting hot in this room, he was sure of it. At a steady pace he went through with providing pleasure, and when he was ready he brought his lips back to Frankie's and nipped at the boy's bottom lip, skimming it with his own teeth. Albus looked into Frankie's eyes for any sign of discomfort. His eyes glances over his friend's half naked body once more, capturing the purple bruises on his neck. The sight caused him to smirk a bit as he moved in for another kiss, still working his magic else where.

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