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It wasn't exactly uncommon for Frank to be unable to keep still, especially on long rides in the van. He was in the passenger's seat this time while Ray had to juggle babysitting him and driving at the same time. She glanced over at him probably more than what was safe, but she could hear him shifting around in the seat, his hands pressed between his thighs when they weren't fidgeting with the radio knob looking for a station. They were driving through Georgia, currently, so it wasn't exactly like Frank was cold. But, again, still wasn't in his vocabulary, anyway. After an hour of watching Frank out of her peripherals, she finally gave up. "If you need to piss, Frankie, just say it. I can pull over whenever."
Frank shook his head. "S'not that."
Ray paused. "Do you want me to pull over anyway?"
He had to seriously consider it for a full minute, which only got Ray metaphorically scratching her head. Sorting through the reasons that he was so fidgety, she tried to think of if anything happened to him earlier. "Are you uncomfortable at all?"
Frank gave a noncommittal hum. "No?"
"Are you sure?" Ray squinted, and glanced back at the road. Trying to comfort him, she rested a hand on his knee.
"Not uncomfortable." Frank's eyes zoned in on her hand. And, somehow, that narrowed down a lot of options as to what was bugging him. She bit her tongue, trying not to smile as she gave the base of his thigh a gentle, curious squeeze.
Frank's lips parted. "Watch it," he whispered, more desperate than vicious. Nailed it.
"Oh, baby," Ray murmured back. "Just hang tight. I'll help you out, okay?" She had to swallow a laugh when Frank whine, but she had to pull her hand away. Safe driving came first before anything. "You could have told me, y'know."
Frank huffed. "They could wake up at any moment, I don't want them finding out."
Ray hummed with a little nod. "I hear you. We'll be quick and quiet, then."
Frank paused again, swallowing hard. "Ray?"
"Yeah, baby?"
He looked her up and down. "Could you take care of me?"
Both brows raised, but Ray nodded again. "Yeah, of course I'll do that for you. I just- I usually like taking my time with that and all."
"It's fine." Frank tried putting his feet up on the dashboard, only to have them pushed back down. He huffed. "I just wanna get this out of my system so I can rest a little."
A wave of sympathy flooded over Ray. "Yeah," she assured him, and finally, she found a convenience store to pull up to. She left the keys in the ignition, at least turning the engine off, before nudging Frank out of the van. "Let's go."
She didn't have to tell him twice. Frank tripped over his feet stumbling to the front door, and he laughed as he grabbed Ray's arm to stabilize himself. They beelined through the various aisles until they found the rusty door in the back corner of the store, paying no mind to the cashier watching a comically small TV on the counter. Still, they tried to close the door behind them as quietly as they could and prayed the lock actually worked. Frank already buried his face against Ray's back when she faced the door, inhaling deeply. "You smell so fucking good, how is that possible?"
"You're delirious, that's why." Ray managed to turn around, backing Frank up into the adjacent wall. Her sweater, in reality, probably smelled like Gerard's cigarettes and sweat and dead skin; Frank was just too revved up. Or he was stupidly in love. Or both. She pressed their chests together, grabbing his hips. "Now, you said you need me to take care of you?"
Frank dug into his pocket and pulled out the last of his lube, shoving it into her hands. He got to work undoing his belt (or was it Ray's that he stole?), never breaking eye contact with her.
"Okay, gorgeous." Ray rubbed his shoulders softly, and turned him around. She hated not being able to watch his face, but with what little options they had, it was the easiest way to get him off. She pressed kisses into his mohawk and nuzzled the shaved blond as he got his jeans down just enough. When he pushed his hips back against hers, she smiled and slid a hand under his shirt, feeling over the birds, and up to the flame over his heart first. "You're doing so good-"
"Toro, Christ, I know you love to lay on the sweet talk, but please," Frank huffed with his eyes closed.
Ray couldn't help but laugh, then, and her hand dropped back down to his hips. "Nevermind, you're not so good tonight." Regardless, she reached between his legs, past his cock, and grabbed balls with just enough firmness to make him yelp. But his muscles shivered in a way that loosened his body up more. Her fingers prodded back just a little further, massaging the outside of his prostate that almost had him scratching at the walls.
"Ray-" His jaw was slack, and he thrust his hips back harder.
She bit her lip and hummed, grinding back against him. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." He interrupted her, earning an amused laugh.
"Good boy," she praised, then slid the lube back in his pocket. Instead, she undid her own pants for a moment and stuck her hand in, burying two fingers deep in herself with a sigh.
Frank peeked over his shoulder, and started turning his body around until Ray shoved his shoulder back against the wall. "But-"
"You said you trust me," she reminded him, and tried to keep grinding against his ass until her fingers were nice and wet. "My perfect baby," she purred, using her free hand to wrap around his dick and give him some sort of ease. "I know you want me to feel good, too. I do. I promise." When her fingers were good and slick, she was careful pulling them out, making sure she didn't wipe them on her panties by accident, and pressed them up against Frank's ass.
"Shit, fuck." Frank keened, dropping his head back on her shoulder. "Fuck me."
"Sounds like I could make you cum without it," Ray teased, but she showed him mercy and thrust her fingers into him. It wasn't like she was gonna pass on any opportunity to finger Frank, especially when he got this desperate for it. "Next time," she decided, and squeezed the shaft of his dick before jerking him off just to help the process along.
Frank grazed his teeth along her jaw, reaching back to bury his fingers in her sweater. His knuckles whitened, and he didn't know which way he should move his hips. But he found himself leaning as much weight as he could onto her as she started scissoring him open like she was planning on fucking him. When they reached their next motel, it was going to be over for the both of them. "Ray, Ray, I'm..."
"I know," she cooed. "You're gonna feel so good, jus-" She didn't even have time to finish her sweet nothings before Frank was cumming all over himself, up on his hips and stomach and importantly, forgetting to stay quiet. But that's really what made her love him all the more. Let the bored cashier hear them, whatever. "There you go, how d'you feel?"
Frank snorted and finally turned around. She had to maneuver her arm with her fingers still inside him, but he took her hand to pull them out himself and kiss her palm. "That-" he started, catching his breath. "-was probably the hottest thing you've ever done for me."
Ray grinned. "Good. You owe me big time," she teased, and glanced down at his shirt. "Shit, should I clean you up?"
Frank shrugged. "Laundry day's tomorrow, I'll live. Just was your hands."
Ray snorted and did her pants back up, shrugging. "If you say so," she thought aloud, but paused and sighed. Sure, she didn't care if they were heard, but God forbid his modesty be tarnished with the visuals of ropes of cum up his shirt. She took her sweater off to tug over Frank's head instead. "Here." Thank fuck she was wearing a tshirt under it this time.
A warm grin broke out over Frank's lips as he took another long whiff, then slid his hands through. "Perfect, thank you." He hugged her from behind as she cleaned her hands off, and laughed when she used the sweater as a towel.
Ray sighed, clicking her tongue. "I'm not getting this back, am I?" Her fingers slid down the sweater's ribbing, and elicited one more shiver out of him.
Frank smirked and leaned up to kiss her hard. "We'll see. I might just live in it forever."
Ray rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's get back before they notice." She took his hand again and pulled him back to the van.